Tattoo parlour

I refrain from saying back again,
but this I do, it’s just
a nervous tic that tickles me
returning from undoubtedly
a most peculiar day.

work’s okay
I worked it out
you give them labour
they give you now’t

and that’s another tic
that tickles me
undoubtedly there’ll be more of them.

When I grow old
I think I’ll be a one way street
leading to the sea
or a cul de sac and
delay going back
to a beginning

She holds my hand
the one with a
wedding band.

All planned but
everything is
isn’t it?

© 2016, John Smallshaw.