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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Feb 2017
On the shooting range
Letting go
letting go now
lettingggggggg
Oh
not now there's a programme on
and I'm hooked up to the wires.
She fires my imagination and
it wounds me,
glad she's not a good shot,
but no one gets off scot free
and she fires another fantasy
to capture me.
Someone took a bite when my eyes
were on Eve
who can it be?
there's only Adam and he's
plays innocently.
can you see the joins or
any marks on the hemline?
is it Eden or time to move on?
Well
it's frightening when the hounds
are snapping at your heels
and the kids are yapping thirteen
to the dozen.
I'm just a lightweight
carrying freight
in danger of falling.
who's there to save me?
save me
and
I'm in the dark.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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