Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
We would that it were not
Enemy goal in extra time
Oh it’ll drop.
It always does.
Roof sky open window
The God of blazing gaze
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
Stilts
A man can stink in a lot of ways
But the worst way is the way
you don’t actually smell
Is that so?
Oh yeah? Well we slept twelve to a bed
That tough lady on TV
the one with the bank of phones,
reminds me of my wife,
always busting
crooks and hustlers,
with her firm grip
and smolder.
She puts the foxy in moxie.
With her you’re glad to be caught,
and you’d almost pay to be punished
for being bad.





