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May 2019
I saw elephants who
thought they were
flying ants,

that was some trip ago
when time went backwards
and how was I to know
the future?

Sinbad on the hill standing
still underneath an Arabian
sky.

Why try?
i read the writing on the pillow case and
saw the look that turned her face away
felt the breaking of my heart that felt the fear
of one more false start,

I don't go there where it all began
it was not me
it was some other man

an excuse lifted off the shelf
to kid myself, but it doesn't
work
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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