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No. 3153


Cartoon Predispositions by CpSingleton © 2016

Flat cap cartoon images 

Suddenly materialise in his mind.

Same to are black and white

Scenes of young Elvis 

Swaying and singing silently 

In front of mutely hysterical girls.

He can’t hear them. He bring the watcher and not Elvis P.

He can see the success, before he sees

Priscilla and then Elvis’ fat years.

People concentrate, fixate,

Underline and sigh at E’s failures.

They poke their noses into others lives, like curtain twitchers, or wrinkled voyeurs peering over the garden fence to catch a neighbour out.

They laugh at the funny pages, but

They slowly shake their heads

At a one of a kind’s decline.

He see Elvis and all the other faces

Who have changed the direction

Of the Earth’s revolution.

The Lennon and the Nixon;

The Ben Johnson and the Ali;

The Thatcher and the Ghandi;

The mother and the murderer;

The good and the bad.

He strips away the bad and 

Smiles at the good:

The game changers who

Left the room elated at their appearance.

He doesn’t see their decline.

They have left to many jewels 

To have their memories sullied.

He doesn’t want to be them.

It’s not in his DNA, anyway.

He won’t give up trying, but

There’s a portion of his brain 

That rationalises thusly:

There are beautiful people,

Aesthetically stunning folk, 

Whose genes luckily fell.

The same with genius.

He puts down his pen,

Allows his eyes to bounce around the room,

Opens his ears to the hissing breeze outside and

The petty squabbles down the street, 

Before seeing the image of

A man under a flat cap once more.

“It had to come from somewhere, didn’t it?” He muses to himself, in a voice inside his mind that’s his and someone else’s. “The Ganges don’t just flow from a cup, after all.

What is that smell of burnt toast?!”

And with that he is free once more.

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

Discussion

5 thoughts on “No. 3153

  1. Love the image. The poem….meh. Kidding

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | August 9, 2016, 10:31 pm
  2. Liked this stanza the best.e puts down his pen,

    Allows his eyes to bounce around the room,

    Opens his ears to the hissing breeze outside and

    The petty squabbles down the street,

    Before seeing the image of

    A man under a flat cap once more.

    Posted by Jasper | August 10, 2016, 3:09 am

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