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Michael John Sep 2023
what?
what-what?
today what?

she put on her docs
and a top hat
a red ribbon

for a perfect throat-
the persecution
hypocrisy

greed..
cruelty..
just upped sticks

o no
there are always goats
to scape

(and sent into the
wilderness
bearing our

sins..)
who was at the door?
paul dirac

from over the way
i invited him for
a smoke some time

don´t mind?
no, seems nice
quiet..

shy..kind of..
genius
i want to pick his

brain
what did he want
sugar..
Michael John Sep 2023
which?
not to be confused with
witch-
children younger than five
were witness-
the reasoning was their
innocence
-did you see the old woman
fly with devils?
yess..

more than this:
a conspiracy of the
pharmaceutics
and the state
(jealousy..never underestimate
jealousy..)

for some had land
(which the state inherited)
and some had  knowledge
the doctors feared so
they were tortured
and burned..and of course
there was god..

and today lily
today..
Michael John Sep 2023
when?
(a paul dirac poem)
lily says
she wished she knew him

as a neighbour
borrowing sugar
(she´d have to put on some clothes
probably would nt notice)

sugar?
how?
o ok
writing some

poetry-
yes?
flowers are happiness
yes..

how´s-
the quantum physics
coming along?
is..

making tea?
company?
simple
in theory-

but beautiful
nice..
well getting cool-enjoy
likely..
Michael John Sep 2023
i

why?
(the death of innocence)
should i?
lily pouts..

ii

she wander about
in her nakedness
dancing!
a steele pulse..

iii

some yellow and
peg
flower
dulce..!

iv

in her hair-
a new creation
look here!
goodness..
Michael John Sep 2023
i)

there is a noise like
something expiring
repeating

when the brain goes
in anti-silence
ee by gum!

and you go-
blimey!
where did that

come from?!
from your pod
like a god!

a sip of cherry
but my!
it´s good to be..

ii

i would take lsd
and go to the bar
(in the interests

of science)
on my space ship
through forests

closing eyed
to the colors
the canals of

love..
could be dangerous
what it is

to come from mars
i ended up or down
with the angels

and the sun would
rise
in no time at all

cold beer
clear air
nice..
Michael John Sep 2023
writing teaches more than any
thing
not to look backward-
another day-another
blank screen

and what i do within
my space
why,that is up to me..!
freedom of creation
though fiction
to be with-out been

unlikely-a question of
style
and perspective
all relative
the moment when
the brain-
goes ee by gum..

then does the washing
up
mundane from spontaneous
us
the bidet to the
stars
love from the supermarket
shelf..
Michael John Sep 2023
i

she re-enters like a
clumsy sentence
in one lily hand

some picked daisies
-do we not share happiness?
my soul cast upon the rocks

from the sea of ingrate
to the last grain
a boulder in my brain..

ii

she puts them in water
(not unlike my soul)
and on the table-

reconciled by the tide
i say,there´s some marijuana
in my pocket-

(no,she smoked it..)
they are her favourite
-yellow for happiness..
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