Tom, A dialogue Options

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Thank you.
John



Tom

Tom, trapped in a world of smug acceptance.
The illiterate soul waiting
for Saturday and yester-years cartoons.
Tom, neurons strained by dim voltage,
pressured and screwed down to acceptance of no acceptance.

Existence is a blank page.
Institutional remedies reflect featured smiles,
and pats of good boy sentiments.
Good for whom?
Not for Tom.

Tom is an alcoholic—wants out for a drink.
Pressure—pressure—pressure.
He sits in the foyer… helping out where he can.
He craves a schooner.
He can see in his “minds-eye” the grey misty glass and the frothy head.

“No, Tom you cannot go out—no bus trips for you”.
“You sit in your chair and do something.”
He gives a smirk; can’t wait for Saturday.

John Macleod © 2012


Original:

Tom

Tom trapped in a world of smug acceptance.

Tom the illiterate soul waiting for Saturday and yester-years
cartoons.

Tom, neurons strained by dim voltage, pressured and screwed down to acceptance of no acceptance.

Existence is a blank page.

Institutional remedies reflect featured smiles, and pats of good boy sentiments.

Good for whom?

Not for Tom.

Tom is an alcoholic—wants out for a drink.

Pressure—pressure—pressure.

He sits in the foyer… helping out where he can.

He craves a schooner.

He can see in his “minds-eye” the grey misty glass and the frothy head.

“No, Tom you cannot go out—no bus trips for you”.

“You sit in your chair and do something.”

He gives a smirk; can’t wait for Saturday.

John Macleod © 2012