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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Aug 2016
Lightly scrambled
Here
at ground level
there are several challenges
the least not being
living
which is a dying art
I lived with Crusoe
or was it Caruso?
they both sang when the morning
came idling along.
That was a story of which I was a part of
which was a part of my living that
I'm dying not to think of,
here
at sub zero
in every chapter a hero is born.
It feels like a Sunday and
I'm not sure why,
the sky looks like a bible
blackened with age
I suppose that's one more stage
in the dying to live or the living to die
and I'm not sure why it should be,
it was definitely Caruso
I know
because
he spoke Italian so well.
I feel better now,
sometimes things ****** away
all day and give me no peace
until I find the answer.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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