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Dec 2021
i)


i found a snow flake
(a lesson for us all
original if full
of holes..)

she told of love
fell from above
iridescent dove
(with the huff..)

what to make
turning blood
if it would
one day s
it stood

mighty but
lost
cold we flossed
no place to
go..

ii

my name is lily
she said
(and tossed an unanointed
point through
my heart)

first we must die
to live
(-roll me a spliff
you give and i
take-easy..)

we are ancient and
freed
our seed
our eternal way
some ways
lay..

iii)

taste this stuff
it dance on the
tongue
in color ripe
always young

alright enough
you have enough
i have
love
to give..

lily,you say..?
i found a snow flake
it was ***** and
forgotten
i have wisdom
you have light..

with her might
she twisted and followed
in-dum-dum
a light..!
a barb dripped

stay there..
now we stay
i watched across
the floor
so far away
fire..

she returns and
like an angel
makes her offering
a sacrifice
and simple

smiles
he gave me his lighter
smoke like
while
time..

iv)

lily
what to say
say nothing
look here
do you want some
well,it is mine
let us not forget
the concept of
possession
or would you
thankyou
i am old school
and here we render unto
caesar..


v)

you may have the
wind in the trees
and beauty
a lot of wood
and seeds, mostly
(yeah,well this is
1979..what can you do?)
i prefer hash
so do i..
so what we live
we die
i can live free!
you read hesse?
i prefer the russians
is nt the waiter
odd
yes,he is-
his children
are beautiful
is there work
i donΒ΄t want to work
i had some good jobs
i had bad-digging holes
carrying bricks
you are mad...you want
to hear a joke..



we stayed in white
boxes
the showers were live
wired
the landlady was
kind
fish and soup
wheelbarrows and
pelican
our landlord enjoyed
our parties
he shook all our
hands
we had to lock the
door in the end
his vegetable garden
we were proud!
the surf was the last
noise..soon we were
gone and on the beach
when the tourists came
the english in their underpants
we were on our toes..


vi

he keeps putting his
tongue at me
itΒ΄s the cold
is that his wife
yes,did you eat
did you eat
we will go to the
soup kitchen
sounds delightful
and down copious
cheap claret
for a panacea
what is that
is a goat tethered
upside down
the cuisine is
sin
and gold pouring..
ah,to be young..

vi

in the cinema
and off to the disco
in the olive groves
a white house

in the sun
in the evening
with beer and
coffee and cognac..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
72
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