John Edward Smallshaw

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 22

#*** 51

You reached for the stars
and now
there's a restraining order
against you.

Moral.
Don't touch what you can't absorb

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 22

Untitled

Aha,
they mention the 'general situation'
nothing about another ****** war
just the weather forecast
on BBC Radio 4

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 22

Year dot

If we are not the currency
then we're the shrapnel
a bit late, but
well worth considering.

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 21

Deep fried everything

Legs bent
back bowed
too many secrets
kept and stowed.

Old is the new Sixteen Fifty
and it's
death for adultery?

well
no fukin' chance of that
She'd **** me.

Cromwell on his rampage
The Civil War is in full swing,
the interregnum was going on
and we didn't know a thing,

because it's burn the witches
and war with the Scots
the New Model Army
called all the shots.

I fill the void
with my Samsung Android
pictures on the move,

and aren't we all just
pixels in the groove.

Jun 21

Jay Jelly

DISTANT CRIES

Back porch blues
I’m seeing ghosts
Skimming through
The pages
Burning bridges
Searching
For glory in my hell
Unaccompanied
Guilty innocence
What a pity
Had it all stripped just like that
Orphaned
That look in your
Eyes that echos in pain
The sad little
Boy who cried
Wolf and no one came
Running to save him
How could his parents
Be so cruel
Abandon him in the direst
Of moments
That would shape the sands
Of time
What would the future hold
Wish I would have never known
The answers to that
Now a man struggling
With what ifs
All I wanted was to be a boy
And enjoy my childhood
Wondering where all the time went
Wasting away
In the distant cries
Of a youth that took me under with it

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 21

#Random 12

Deadlines
lifelines
your time's coming.

You can't make this **** up
unless you make it up.

I
Take five?
and wonder if I'm a part of
the Brubeck Quartet.

John Edward Smallshaw Jun 21

What cuts the mustard

Don't know where the night went
but went it friggin' did
and here am I
one eye open
hoping
that I'm still dreaming.

*******
I'm sweating as well
it's as hot as Hades
and
only half past five.

and cold showers do not suit old men
there's nothing left to shrivel up

I'm throwing in a woe or two
or three to make it thrice
getting out the deodorant
and
splashing on 'Old Spice'

So
this is me
at five thirty three
how's your day going?