Eleven fifty nine and counting

eleven fifty nine

and

counting

tick

tick

tick

grandfather clock

goanna

go bong!

tension’s mounting

worried

sick

beat your chest

like old

king Kong

does best

nearing the end

ring a

ding dong!

tired of

stupid old

movies

staying up late

same old melody

same cheap

wine

(before I got married the ‘fourth’ time, I was always SO a cheap date!)

back’s out

of whack

curved

not straight

I walk the line

no one gives me

a break

same old song

decades trying

no fair shake

all my might

game of life

sitting tight

near dying

coming close

end up near

don’t have to

pull the loser rope

around our necks

holding hands

becoming paranoid

roosters

caught up

in chains

of fear

media

brainwash

smothered in feathers

of distrust

don’t get cross

creepy

dark

white washed

monsters

spying

on the cold

squeaky

ship deck

waver in burly

winds

deep inside

a plot against you

on the rocks

the old ship wreck

tilts

you were right

all along

sit tight

you weren’t wrong

what the heck

you sang your song

but they do die

like we all will

don’t we?

buried out at deep sea

where no one

will find

your rotten

carcass

what did you gain by being here?

someone must have

some kind of clue?

(I asked god for an answer

but feared he’d sue me!)

you took your stand

yet

I can’t tell you why

all of those

guys

dressed in pink

tutus

all

went queer!

(don’t quote me, but

it could have been all that

Mexican beer…)

your childhood

barney bear

stares at you

grieving

in

lullaby

tears

how

does anything make it different no matter

how much you sigh?

have the rich won over us?

I’ll tell you

why

whenever they want

they have all the money they need

out to the store they go and buy

big damned deal

no lie

piling their gold up to the sky!

nothing is dear

you can blame and cuss

you don’t have to end it all

making a noisy fuss

get a rope

throw

it over the

truss

forget all that

get a grip stuff

hold onto your hat

jump off the second

floor

stack

save yourself a world of trouble

get serious

take a two dollar

ride on

a bus

(instead of suicide, which of course is often

a ‘reasonable man’s’ last resort? So, are we reasonable?)

look out the window

where you once were

keep your marbles

don’t believe me

start a stir

I’m delirious

seeing double

better yet

make a scene at the mall

make a

big

R  O  A  R

after all

all you need

do

is

burst their bubble!

(not looking for

trouble)

status seekers unite

ride a bicycle

into the night

death is by life

its slow suicide

ring your bike bell

(so they know

you’re cruising

around the corner so you don’t run

some poor old lady over…)

I say

no use

putting up a

fight

find a way

pass the time

and cope

get through another

day

(I meant night…)

take it easy

on yourself

figure

you didn’t

ask to be

here anyway!

I know you won’t bite

(unless of course, I turn my head!)

find another way to cope

that’s the end

of her letter.

that’s all

she wrote…

signed

‘hey, what’s that red

push button do’?

its eleven fifty

nine and

counting

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About Steven Humphreys

I live in 'sunny' California with my lovely wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I have a 'heartfelt and deep-seated' interest in. I surely hope you will find my articles 'interesting and informative' as well. I sincerely appreciate your interest and you are welcome to visit here as often as you'd like. You can read more 'about me' within this site. Thank you for visiting!
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