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Oct 2017
You rang?
who?

Television
black and white
half forgotten
images
come back to me
in the static of my night.

And the test card was not hard
just a test.

Yes mi'lady
aha
another sixties fantasy
fab.

but Parker had a darker side
or did I dream that too?

I'm clambering up from a fitful
sleep and fixing my eyes on the
bullets I keep in the chamber

the day brings with it danger
I'm used to it.

Sheer nylons on legs as
long as electricity pylons
but I think I dreamt that
too.

as time slows down and it all goes
faster
black and white becomes the
new master or mistress
( mistress being said under duress)
as
she watches over my shoulder
and
I'm getting older,
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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