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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Aug 2018
Friday's child
Back on the jubilee
an Italian sat next to me
and next to her
a lookalike looking like Cher.
Open and close
doors do that
I suppose
and
some people do it too.
Sunlight filters in
past the grime
we're living in
and?
And is good to have at hand
when you're hanging on by a
thread.
Windmills
not dragons,
but I understand how
easily mistaken one can be
when you only see what
you want to see.
I get more time on here
more things to do
I could be a windmill too.
Underground now or is that
yet to be?
We combat mortality in an effort
to live on,
but we'll all be gone when the time
comes.
Bluetooth's detected me
connected me
with
Abercrombie and his iPhone,
why?
he's a stranger to me although
it might be a she
still a stranger though.
Canada Water
near water but not Canada
unless you count the geese.
I wonder sometimes
does a termination code
come
before the chicken crosses
the road?
Yesterday lingers in the ventilation shaft,
the smell of excess.
I'm older by twenty seven feet under London If that's possible
it might even be deeper.
I might even be older
when I
but then I
wonder again why
Abercrombie?
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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