well
that’d be lovely
that’d be fine,
words and more,
more of the time.
some
become needy
greedy
beady-eyed
walking on
the seedy side
seeing everything.
life in a loose-leaf folder
yellowed pages
aged
rearranging A4
and for what?
I came, I saw, I concurred.
if we’re all doomed
can I be doomed in the
room next to you?
everyone needs friends.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
