Tim Kimball

Rookie - 139 Points (April 30,1967 / Fairfax, VA)

Leaf Blowhard - Poem by Tim Kimball

Your best intentions,
Are not enough to soothe my soul;
Your pushy satire,
Does it’s best to break my spirit;
I know a way out,
I know a way past this…

Your rights, do not include
Your ownership of my space;
Open the door,
And tiptoe through your morbid fantasies;
My annoyance grows by the day,
Your interaction gets in the way.

The air that you breathe,
Poisons my ability to relieve;
This whining is a public service announcement…
Proceeds go towards bills, that
The Mental Health facility delivers
On a regular basis.

Grind the organ,
And play it loud enough
So that I can’t hear;
Those echoes in my head,
Telling me that I’m dead;
Waddle away, if you please,
As quickly as I bleed.


Comments about Leaf Blowhard by Tim Kimball

  • (6/8/2007 11:31:00 AM)


    waddle away as quickly as i bleed
    is a good line

    fine job
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006



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