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ticking clock

days filled with 
nightmares of 
people past.
Someone asked
me
to lead the way. 

But there’s no 
me 
to be summoned.

Just a faceless 
ticking clock 

The B Side Man

I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.

The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice

Life Is A Gamble

There is a town that is so enchanting,
at it’s center a strip of wild saloons.
A hidden game’s still in play enticing
gentlemen with a lust for golden spoons.
While holding a Joker’s hand start betting
you may get lucky and find the tycoons.
Are you breezy enough to shoot a shot?
Life is a gamble here, like it or not.

The feelings we feel

Happiness  is like waking up to see 
my favourite dishes for breakfast;
toasted bread and fried  eggs.
Getting to school early and scoring As on all my tests.

Then I come home after a long stressful day at school.
Taking a bath and settling down to watch my favourite TV show;
just to see... it has been taken

Ronny

Yes, there are times now and again
I'll look back and remember when
you were mine for a little while;
you always could make me smile.
You were my Fabio straight off the cover
of the romance novel I read over and over.
Our love was so strong, it was a natural high;
the kind that's guaranteed never to die.
But just like

flowers in her hair

I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,

 Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,

There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food

Epilogue

  This child
once collected
cute
little buttons
and
stamps.
Innocence
gets replaced
once
we become
adults
and its sad
like a loss
of simple
of joy,
like collecting
the shells
and hearing
waves simmer
in their place
of birth.
I wish
we could have
stayed
as children
as they didn't
destroy
just played
with toys
and dolls.
Amused.....  

Bugs Bunny

Bugs Bunny loves his carrot treat—
outsmarts his foes with swift, wily feet.
“eh, what’s up, doc?”—his cheeky call,
a clever bunny loved by all.



Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.

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Betty Boop!

 
     High praise for Talkartoon Betty Boop
     Her Jazzy theme song Poop poopy doop!
     My partner mutters she’s a creepy sexpot
     She’s innocence and sass, shy she’s not!    

PoPeYe!

Popeye

The Sailor Man comic strip Popeye
Superstrength from a can, “Aye! Aye!”
Mumbling’s —I’m strong to the finish
Toots his hornpipe— ‘cus I eats my Spinach!

I Am What I Am~ Toot Toot 1929

babysitters never came back

babysitters never came back a second time
it’s not our fault we lied, we were not bad
one of them got stuck in turpentine
but the worst sitter of all was our dad

they were no trouble at all he told our mother
when she woke him from his deep sleep
this was before we had a little brother
three of us

The Heat of the Moment

(Cabin Sunset, summer 2025)

The Heat of the Moment

Settling into our new mountain cabin,
Dogs and humans equally overheated
In the shadeless August afternoon,
The only way to be is naked.

Stuff strewn around 
Bed to one side, kitchen the other,
Camp chairs with panting dogs 
On an old Persian rug in-between.

Cabin with unfinished interior
Waits for insulation, paneling and flooring,
But in

The Corner Shop

They closed the corner store some time ago
the ciggies by the two we now forgo
our lucky bags now a recollection
as is browsing in the comic section.
Mechanics' Social Club no longer stands
their topless barmaids, striving local bands
and Sunday morns' all-comers talent show
both pubs have closed, there's nowhere left to go.
They closed the corner store some time

rough draft of the I don't care

When I was a boy,
I was snarky and coy,
I learnt the lessons,
when the bullies
beat the heck  out of me
and too right as this
was my personality
and this little prick
was being such a dick.

Living so vividly
being taught a lesson,
I still smoked in the boy's
of the toilets
and got caught.
The teacher waited,
until I inhaled the last
as I knew

Clock Tower Secrets

I look upon your face and wonder - what secrets do you hold?
For many years you've stood in place; what stories could be told?
You show the time for all to see, you sweep your hands around
For those who look, there is no fee, they know where you are found.

Perhaps small children on their way have

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