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My biog-
now so
a dog
a hog
slurp do
**** the
marrow-
i stood lonely
by a bog
and angels song
beckoned to
me
a monkey
a cat
should
i have gone
slipped
in to
the fog
what price
hesitation
a mice
a rat
some one
else
always
not me
o
there songs
beauty
I
listening
rapt
lah
lahg
laghing
laughth
laugh
so merry
Singing
!
should
I
I
go..

ii

that is one
i thought
but  at
evil
lurked
with
sparked eye

near and in
o golly
somewhere
near
angel song
wickedness
asunder
there

dark willed
patient as
long
waited
i stood
waiting..

iii

o
then i spun
the devils crown!
an old crow
grinning

the badness
of so
much
just too
much

castigated to
such
an effed
place
some

disgraced
settled
by
adjacent
wickedness
o!

an­d laid
bare!
by a bog
i wonder
what happened..

iii

i lost my shoe
in the mud
not a pathfinder
(i may add)
the voices
levitated
out the water
and sung
i thought
what is this
the devil
shone near
too many
fruit gums
i controlled
the mix
the women
were beautiful
in the quiet
no birds
or trees
nothing
but these
exquisite
voices
i wondered
what was amiss
did they want
something?
sometimes a child
with too much
time
i was 9
or i was ten..

iii

i went many
times
well
three or four

each time the
same
voices
singing

lonely child
halucinating
already old
confused

was it love
generated
from within
my
brain

mayhap
should i have
stepped in
a front
page headline

of the local
gazette
was it just
to put
some fear
in

standing
by
a bog
an incident
from my biog..
to sell copies

no
i am on page
40
i can not
write prose
but some may
say
worse

a little boy
of nine
and a haunting
or a vision
or a battle
tween good
and evil..
Michael John Sep 27
i


Two cats fight
at the door
we wear night
if any law

might apply
then or was
it  has
laughed

swung away
on some wicked
lonesome
tree

like a lost
tense
we menace
ourselves

**
hot
the
knife

to
our
own
throats!

ii

and I
try to write
a biography
but it is too painful

for me
m
and i
can not write

anyhow
it´s in
my brain
now

and if the
past is any
thing to go by
it is ´nt


apparently
so why bother
but as i say
it´s in my brain

and it will be true
never mind effing
slander
o my pain

fait accompli
for hate
for love for
money

it will be true
distain
clever dickey
the truth!

let us hear
be seared
struth!
warts

cold heart
burned soul
and all!

ii

(well no
spoilers)


iii

cast a spell
a tight
little circle-
a pearl!

in their
soul-
like a weight
of gold

a wee
that folds
rot away
in sweetest

bile!
why,
heart cold
burned soul

which held
forth
what harm
what harm

the loved
pearls
dissolved
it howls

to me
and it whispers
(to you)
endless

ly
they are
what will be
merciless

ly
no pity
caress
melting

less and less
and where our
poor
sanity

some tiny
measure
reversing
a half life

dying
round
and round
and roundy..!!
Michael John Sep 24
Words bored
silence revered
god loved
man abhorred

hate soared
love accord
i hoarded
soon dead

life lead
spirit fed
yea forward
quietened

the poet said
silent wed
black and red
tread

collected
a moon
and sun
backward

easy
by hard
hard
but free

wove
to love
hove
o dove..
Michael John Sep 19
that is true
harry*
we know
nothing

he would
have
liked
sham

jimmy sang
hurry up
were

going
down
the
pub..
*aristotle said we know nothing..sham 69..
Michael John Sep 16
love god
god love
what dove
dove what
you should
i should
when would
would when
could now
now could
then now
now then
hard
drah!
word
lost found
found lost
hungered
hunger
red
present
moment
love god
god love
doves..
Michael John Sep 12
i


If my mind
no longer mine
said oh fine
fin-

a stop sign-
the end signed
all good kin
in

love find..
i say fi(e)!
shark fins
circling

what´s been
or even
threaten
threatening

threats
threat
what has gone..
****-going

hex
circling
no longer you
ex

ii

x
no was
some
errant
fingers

in distant
pies
now
they

know
no?
you...

is
how
irrelevant-
try again!

why
lol
question
s

if they
can do this
what else..
we shall see...
Michael John Aug 31
if the bird
in the agave
ceased
where should
i be?

(so,
dead, long,
long,
ago..)

word,
if conferred
amid
the congress

one great
unbroken
thud
delectable

we
wonderful
before
the pantheistic

nature of
all..
(as it began
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