John Edward Smallshaw

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 9

I saw Margery on the seashore
where Margery sat and saw me.

Later in the day, when we'd walked ourselves into the early hours of evening, we sat together on a dune and watched the tide come in,

a bit late for a Ploughman's lunch, she remarked, so we had a fish and chip supper at a local hostelry which charged me an arm and a leg for it.

Lovely beside the seaside, but so expensive,
it doesn't surprise anyone that the seagulls
are all thieves.

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 8

One of the many lives I live.

Dinner?
posted on Instagram!

life becomes the sham
and I'd love a Babycham.

Britain formerly great
hasn't posted of late
but
it's alive and kicking
although somewhat sick in
someone's Facebook feed.

I need the Captain or the Comrade
Morgan or Smirnoff and then I'll
get off to sleep.

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 8

Down the pit with Grandad.

There was time to relax
to take off the yoke
and ease our aching backs
but not much at all.

The pit pony was the only one
younger than me, and he could see
better than I.

The Spedding steel mill was a light that could ****
progress gave us the Davy Lamp
I thank Humphry for that innovation
and they made him a Knight
good job he invented that new kind of light
haha.

fukin' back's still aching
they're still taking
and we ain't making
much at all.

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 8

That jazz age.

she says,
what man is
not full of
**** man

she
uses the word
man
a lot

it used to be the thing
when she was young
and full of
that thing
they call gullible.

Sun baked
skin caked
with the salt
from
oceans of tears
she
wonders where
the years
have gone

and says
**** man.

Jun 8

Nat Lipstadt

false face!

As HL Mencken put it,
“The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to rule it.”

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You can drop that History course now

#false #face #history #lipstadt

Jun 8

Kyle Kulseth

Routine Maintenance (Dead Mechanical)

Leak into another night
     I am dead mechanical
Cut black lines into my skin
     Tattoo me with asphalt
Touch my face one time--kiss me goodbye with an insult
          I'm just fading tail lights
          It isn't my fault.

               Your fingertips are tracing something...
         And my reddened eyes are craving something...
     Some might hope for for the weather's improvement,
                        but, me?, I'm hard in love
                        with the cold front that's
                                     moving in.

Let me crawl across the sky--
     a skull coated in red wine.
The Titan's getting tipsy.
     I'm at home in the sweating night.
Cracked my ribs one time, kissing asphalt on Orange Street
          Then I had to stand up
                    screaming
      after sweating through sheets!

                My memory surrendered something...
            Your frozen face was mending something...
        Might have hoped for condition's improvement,
                        but, me?, I'm hard in love
                           with my aching--that's
                                     all I am.

Dead Mechanical
     Romanticize it.
Dead Mechanical
     I can't eclipse it!
Make me fiction, or ***** my fingertips.
     Let me lie. I am Dead Mechanical.

Fell in love with having nothing better to do than hate ourselves. Is it any wonder we hate each other, too?

#self #habit #friends #people #change #same #regret #relationships #hellopoetry

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 8

One thousand and one damnations ( for when the dogs crap on the floor )

Somebody talks
my ears are on fire
my eyes out on stalks
my skin starts to itch
wish I was rich?
oh
and one more oh to go
I'll use that oh later

You can never have enough 'ohs.'

Sunday
did you want a blessing
to get dressed up in
and go down praying?

and Jesus on the tambourine?

my dream is my instrument
of torture.