'Tin Head' by Jay Cool

Ricardo Scribbler, the author's muse!

(courtesy of Pixabay.com)

Holding his chin, he wracks his brain for an idea, a tipple,
a morsel of a snippet of a
poem.

A ballad?
A rhyming couplet?
Iambi pentameter?
A haiku?
An oxymoron?

No.

A sentence-word?
A stick on a dot?
!

No.

It's too unstable.
A leg and a foot with
no

ankle-bone.

With plastic hips, and tin-plated head, he's only got a

pin.

One single pin propping up
a hip.

One single pin tap-tap, tapping at his ceramics.
One single pin cracking up his China ball.

No, it will not do.
A dot and
a hovering wand ....
A wand
with no                                                        thread, no nothing, nothing joined,


nothing to

keep him stitched up, to keep his legs moving, to keep his thoughts r o l l i n g ...


Nothing.

Noting at all ...

!!!!!!!?????....


A ballad then ...?




Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018