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The billiard ball
In the billiard hall
Had approval from city hall
But the coffee stall
Outside the music hall
Had suffered a margin call
From the urban sprawl
Where a curve ball
From town hall
That above all
And all in all
Was not a prank call
Gave them a curtain call
But when the bowling ball
Came in the entrance hall
They felt it was a no ball
Like the feather ball
From Montreal
They had to stand tall
But they had nothing at all
So to the shopping mall
With their prayer shawl
And old Saint Peter and old St Paul
For a pub crawl
Then into the masked ball
They hoped it was a foul ball
So they made a phone call
Yes a collect call
To Bobby Rahall
Trying to forestall
But he called recall
On the trunk call
It hit them like a rifle ball
In a shower stall
Hid Stephan Segal
Using a southern drawl
So they did a roll call
After a bugle call
They found Lauren Bacall
With a cannon ball
She coughed a hair ball
So now in my thrall
You think you’re RuPaul
But at the end of it all
I have bugger all
So much for the long haul
I’ll do the Australian crawl
That’s all

Posted 31/10/2015 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

I You   Leave a comment

You may know I do,
but I do, more
than you know

Posted 16/10/2015 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

What We Never Know   1 comment

You are the only person
I regard as a friend
Did you know

Posted 14/10/2015 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Preston   Leave a comment

Preston

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos and the

remainder of yesterdays Mrs Macs pies,

there are no bargains here

 

His absence of soul is matched

only by the lonely streets outside,

this town is just another of gods

overflowing waiting rooms where

few people walk the streets at night

 

This was not the destination

nor the fashionable ending to

his life that he had dreamt of,

yet at 3.00am on a wet April morning

this was where his past had led him

 

He could never understand why

people could never understand,

depression had called him like

a silent dog whistle, once heard

the shrill in his mind never stopped

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos and the

remainder of yesterdays Mrs Macs pies,

there are still no bargains here

 

The tablets had helped but the side effects

should not have seen him working here,

dizziness, drowsiness, excessive sweating

and a tightness of jaw that scared the customers,

they did not think him handsome

 

You could tell by the look of some that they

held no sympathy for anyone working here

you know, that, “you get what you deserve” look,

never knowing the daily struggles Preston

faced to keep himself out of the pound

 

Long lost of family he fights every day

never giving in to the pack of hounds

baying and howling inside his mind

like many, he is a fighter who won’t

give in and he is not alone

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos,

the last of yesterdays Mrs Macs pies now gone

he stares at the empty pie warmer

 

At the entrance to the store room

sit a dirty mop and bucket,

these are not for cleaning,

they are for cleaning up, both

have a rusty red colour to them

 

Blood rests too easily on this floor

battered wives and girlfriends

doing late night runs for cigarettes,

punched out of bed by drunken

men who swear they love them

 

Preston has seen it all, it chills him

but despite his own demons he has often

intervened when the need has called

many would quit but he needed the job

and after all, it was only a knife wound

 

Preston stands behind the counter

of the all night convenience store

selling out of date Cornettos and

loading the next batch of Mrs Macs pies

mice droppings litter the counter

 

An eddy of mid autumn leaves brush

up against the gaudy painted panes of

industrial glass that fill the shop front

tree branches scratch the windows

Preston doesn’t seem to even notice

 

The colourful photos of fruit and veggies

never seem to match the real thing inside

Preston thinks the same of the wedding

photo he keeps folded in his wallet

the real thing is always different

 

Preston, Preston stands behind the

counter of the all night convenience

store selling out of date Cornettos,

the Mrs Mac pies are too cold to sell

I stand and stare then quietly leave

Posted 13/10/2015 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

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