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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Feb 2017
The Cripplegate friar
Who was it said?
"who was it said"
and when was it said
do you know?
Questions have been raised
since the days when days
were counted in Moons,
monsoons ago.
You might know who I am,
a trier?
take a rain check
I'm a train wreck
I know who I am.
But who was L.B.J ?
and where was he when
the flags burned that day ?
Turning away because we
subconsciously do it
don't want to see it
or
hear it,
we fear it
a natural response
a human resource.
Another walkabout around the roundabout
to end up in the place I began
you might know who I am,
I am a universe in the mind of
each man
a star cluster
a storm chaser that races through
rain clouds
a train wreck of a man on a stretcher
stretching his neck to see
beyond the beyond.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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