Perhaps we are just a series of electrical short circuits
caught in our frames
giving them names like speech and movement.
And with these thought I give myself torment
or maybe we are these thoughts in a bubble
planets we see from the Hubble.

this also gives me trouble.

We could be what is marked on the label
fragile and unable to open the contents,
more torments for me,

or maybe we are what we see
and that's just

John Smallshaw


  I'm a sixty-one-year-old recently married man living in Stratford London, I work in the House of St Barnabas for a catering company serving the needs of a private members club, although most of my poetry is autobiographical to some extent, some is pure fantasy., this is how I relate today, tomorrow it may be different, but I think I will always write and like most poets, it is nice to be recognized for good pieces but not the be all and end all for me. I use poetry as escape route too which takes me into some weird and wonderful places, teachers at school who seldom saw me might be surprised at some of my work today, they might be surprised I'm still kicking and very much alive, I know I am especially after 40 years of heavy drug abuse, I have been clean now for six years and feel much better. I have also read on BBC Radio, Barts radio, the London Fringe, performed at the Edinburgh fringe and upcoming is Soho Radio and a social event for the fashion industry., life is good but the wages are poor, don't think I'd want it any other way, my website is of the 6000 pieces I have written in the last six years are on

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