Summer without the rain

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.