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too nought-nought..
but lily says what
she likes about poetry
is she has her say..?

and the audience is huge!
never before has man spoke to
man..
there could be hope

there may be communication
information like grains of sand..
knowledge and wisdom..wiping
away a tear with a desultory hand..
lily wipes away a tear
time is fear and we can do nought
one day later and closer
to nought..
Michael John Sep 2
maybe we are similar
over her toast and coffee
when i refer to myself
as a n-

i mean someone put
down (by society)
as artists sometimes are..
nothing to do with colour..

like van gogh and all the rest..
mailer in the sixties coined the phrase
a white n
-
to be clear..

ii

everything is open to mis-interpretation
some can not say money
some may not say anything..

honey is honey
anyway you see
lily wipes a tear away..
Michael John Aug 30
he was a poets poet
worked through the night
a bottle of gran dad

to wagner or bach..
and ate twinkies or lived
on them..he had a ******* period..

hated poetry..opened for rock
bands..writes like a god
in sentences so clear and simple..

a day at the races?he is the man
o yes-watching an obese family party
he is the one..

but his love poems are so fine
i mean who the hell is tom jones?
he asks,and we say,rather him..

police helicopters circle as
his girlfriends wrestle on the lawn
in his boxershorts..

who´s father was a sadist
and mother was a sadist
who made it..
Michael John Aug 30
so what might come
poe looks out the dusty window
at the sun

if he knows he is not telling
i read post office yesterday
i find bukowski just too funny..

and he tells of gg s breakdown
o god-and wondered about our brain
my father was in the post office..

will we find our raison d´etre-
perhaps not to suffer pain or inflict it
but to love each other..
Michael John Aug 30
she says, when i am out of my
mind
i am more in it-do you understand?
sadly,i do..

man,can not do
why..
too much reality..
i don´t know..

within life there is death
a prospect so fearful
so we dance..

creation is a gift
that is it-all nerve end´s
go where?

poe looks thoughtful
too much sugar-
but if it can be so powerful

on a whim-finished-
with that..
what is in our minds..
Michael John Aug 30
i read in one of john updike´s
short stories that rheumatoid arthiritis
has a psychosomatic element..

lily smiles..like a rose..
and mourns bitterly her loss-
poe,investigates..

all that glitters is not gold cat..
yes,one day my mother who suffered
for i don´t know 30 or 40 years

with a dickey shoulder ceased
to feel pain
her brain

said that´s quite suffice..
her smile said it all..
but what is the mind..?
the story is called here come the maples..in five or six short pages he tells a couples life story..recalling some real erudite observation and the flavour of the  fifties..a civilized divorce..the law was rather strange..but it ends with their first kiss..
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