THAT ALFRED  MOMENT

He felt his life
was already storyboarded.

All very Hitchcockian
living his life out

in a black and white
celluoid world.

Knowing that there is always
the bomb

under the table
the tick tick tick of

the passing moments.

Always locking the door
when taking a shower.

One never too sure
if a friendly local ******

may decide to
pop  up

and the Hermanesque music
eek...eek...EEKS!

One shower curtain rail
after another.

The unerving gaze of
“Mother.”

And that famous silhouette
in that suspenseful half hour

voice
that could only be his.

"Good evening. .  !
“Donall Dempsey has only now

realised he is
just one

of my many
scenarios.

One can only hope against hope that
he finds the experiences

enjoyable!

If enjoyable is
the right word

for where  he
finds himself.