Big Kids’ Comic Book Thought Bubbles

As social media mimic philosophers
write ‘life’s not a rehearsal’
which extras put a like for, while doing
the same thing every day eternal
flash car deep thinkers
wear fashionable hundred dollar bill suits,
and second hand beggar cat walkers
rub together coppers like perfect poverty beauts.

Meanwhile, hairdressers, famed for
idle chat shop talk,
go on strike deep in thought,
as their sitting waiting mirror-gazing customers
mull over their greying hair experience
they might have swept away to nought.

Aging over thinkers turning sixty
wonder how the years went by so quickly
while those living life to the full
don’t have time to think and act the fool.

Published by aprettykettleofpoetry

John Di Girolamo was born during the swinging middle ages as the Battle of Hastings raged outside on a cold, miserable Saturday evening just outside 'The Juggler's Arms' in Oxford, Torquay and Exeter at the same time. Born to a family, he spent most of his early years learning how to open umbrellas for a rainy day, and the runnings of horses and sword swallowers and the costs they incurred. Having graduated in 'Circus Management', he took to spinning plates for a living and persuaded his father to buy a restaurant to fund what he believed would be a lucrative career move. However, in the the days leading to The Age of Post Punk', he quit and would embark upon what was to go down in history doodles as a notebook. Few knew it then but he had already started copying poetry, and often written by other people. As the minutes passed by, and Sardinia loomed, the idea of collages and drawings suddenly hit him as a way of filling up what had become a kind of book with pages and all. One day while storming off in a huff because his mum told him to, he struck upon the idea of putting it all together over a long-playing record (later a CD) and during a commercial break in the digital age, decided a blog would end Cromwell's ill-fated republic. Sent off by recorded post, it would be by chance that his poems would get to their ultimate destination as, meanwhile, his pigeon who had queued so loyally for so long, sadly died the day before it was sacked.

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