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If Sheep Could Only Talk

If Sheep Could Only Talk

Who knows where the sheep go at night? The gate is always open and they are in groups of five or six, and this is going to sound strange, they appear to be gossiping—talking over the nights’ doing, as it were..
When they see me--they spread out—away from their groups. I wouldn’t be surprised if they began whistling to show that nothing was going on but I know better.
I asked Butch, my next-door neighbor, (if you can call ten acres away next door) if he was having the same problem with his sheep but he laughed and asked if I thought they had night jobs or were going to the truck stop and putting out?
There’s no doubt that Butch will be at the barber shop tomorrow getting a trim and spreading the word of my sheep problem and thoughts. I shouldn’t have said anything.
So I stayed up last night with the house lights off and the exterior lights on and I saw Woolly, our sheep dog, the same off white color as the sheep, amble over to the gate, stand up on his hind paws, an…



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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