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Michael John
Poems
Aug 16
i)
i)
well..down at the
pickled, it is quite still,
(after happy hour some tears, perhaps..)
johnny crash, and the sad rehearse,
you aint nothing but a hound dog!
ernie,lone star, on the dance-floor
with a move reminiscent of
travolta
threatens to throw a hip..
ii)
a god points at a silver star-
edna and gb take their drinks to
a quiet corner..
do you remember..?!some
laughter..two heads close but
not too close
silhouettes
like shy flowers..
timeΒ΄s illusionary petals
iii)
fall away..
well, quite a long time ago..
(but behind and in the window
happy stands-like
hal in the lip-reading scene
of 2001..)
iv
*** the doorman approaching
with his raffle-tickets
but they seem like
they have won
a cruise to a sunny horizon
do you guys need refreshing?
no,we are fine-not a cloud,
johnny sings of a thing called love
and even the sad are smiling..
iv
a happy ending..
he makes his way to the door
*** is solid-gone
happy waits patiently
sniffs his paw
he will go say, howdy..
Written by
Michael John
62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)
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