My body is like a finely tuned Swiss Watch,

as opposed to a Swiss Army Knife,

which is multi purposed, and useful.

Any slight change of drug,and the watch,

will either go fast or slow down,

and revert back to the old ways,

of having to be wound up daily.


The dial says, ' Waterproof ' but,

water sneaks in through my ears, hence the wet brain.

The hands that juggled ' work and play '

never made Jack a dull boy,

they  dangle and hide in the caves of my Pants,

emerging to one important thing,

" Take out the ******* bin "


  I may be running early or late, it doesn't matter,

who cares, It's only five past 2018.

Holly Barrett

I'm bereft of Ideas at the moment

my mind has gone all a Blank, Dead,

I have a few Bob in my pocket

and a roof over my head.


the T.V. lies mute in the corner

The Wall Clock is still loudly, TICK TOCKING

The wireless is mocking, glaring , saying nothing

and the Cats gone out to the parlour,  trotting.


Three men in a Boat, Jerome K Jerome, wrote

IF, Rudyard Kipling, had  just one inkling

Of the Vacuous mental Black Cauldron,

I now find I sit in,


Would He shout, ''What the Dickens ''

This poor man is not sicking or Homeless

His mind has gone Blank,

Sad'ly he is  Poemless.

            BY Holly Barrett