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Sep 2017
i

lily, what  you do today?
she shrugs non committed-ly
she likes to keep it ray and vague
-try and keep awake..

she stretches and the birds play..
the white dawn approaches..
in the quiet her eyes
roar like a lion on african plain..

since becoming a famous poet-
she adds,i no longer know it-
i have found  instinct
floundering in sea ****..

intuition licked and the
cave blocked
by a great diamond
of black..
a gum shoe without a lead..

hay without a seed
planet without slack..
my brain locked
to the lamppost-
my soul on the rack..!

inspiration an advance check..
an endless parade of drugs
and casual ***..
-but no love..no love..at all..

ii

under the bright light
great sigh of loneliness
hurt like a lost ball
on great oceans..

among a sink of spite
where more is less
a bucket of hurt
breath and that is all

i bail..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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