I am the ebb tide
the pony ride
the gliding through a universe.
A curse on me for being old
I see
Shadows
in the folding of my day. #life

The Sun,
throws a bone.
dogs
scratch.

John Smallshaw ‏@jsirony


Three jacks black
and one red queen,
in the pack
I
have seen
my life laid out
in
playing cards.

#PontoonPoetry

There are more crooks cooking the books than cooks in a penitentiary and as far as I'm aware every penitentiary is run by a plenipotentiary
which makes some sort of sense to me.

are you following?
not on Twitter or else I'd know.

@jsirony

There are those who go with the flow
and those who are controlling the flow,
and here, I guess, that I am in the former category
not making much and certainly not history,

you might remember me,
I was the one drowning
going down in
and sinking into my own
universe,

what's worse than a poet drowning?
a poet gurgling?
a burglar burgling?
someone says,
shut the **** up,
I can't get a word in.

well
all I get is static on the crystal set
turning the dials for miles and
getting nowhere,

they should transistorise me
put me into a casing and tune into me,
jsirony, better than Radio3 and I think
that would make history.