My inner adult
refuses to join in the games
saying that tiddlywinks
are but amusements for children.
It sits in solace, whilst the outer child
smiles and pokes fun,
creates rhymes, draws illusion
and wonders at magic tricks, never understanding
how they truly work,
and yet the bullet trick is the one the adult,
hiding in the shell,
giggles and hopes
will pop a balloon, latex burst with a bang.
Ian D. Hall 2017