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Michael John
Poems
Aug 29
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i
how would you interpret it?
our lives fall apart
through fire or tedium
and the whispering rodent?
that is wisdom..
the answer in our hearts..
love-chips with everything-
forever reoccurring..
ii
dreams are wild-
one day we might record
them..
and then understand
ourselves-
our brains
are unknown
we use ten per cent
then
how can we understand
the other 90..?
lily
iii
turns a page..
bit of a catch 22
i should say..
but they would rather
search space for hardly
nothing..
still,it gives them something to-
do-
we shall all die of bordom
donΒ΄t you worry..
what is she reading?
when i was young-
iv
we wrote with pens
of wood
straws of sublime
shadow of victoria
prison or school
window
the playground or
bomb-site
of the ******
we ran around
fighting and trying
to kiss each other..
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Michael John
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