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Michael John Feb 2024
i

listen, lily, when the romans
built an aquaduct, the gradient
varied by half the width of a finger
over
a hundred yards-any more the
water damaged the walls-
any less it stagnated..

they also enjoyed throwing
errant slaves to the eels
(so swings and roundabouts..)
in every great civilization
there exist contrast-but
what of today-what of
posterity?

ii

she says petulantly
wrong is wrong is wrong
cause monkeys clap themselves
(it was a rhetorical question really
and the reference to the simian illudes..)
but they will wonder at our food-
in particular pizza and all-meat,
but on the positive there is  prosthetics..
(she returns in a huff to her book..)

iii

what is she reading?
early victorian-
bucolic tales..

we were raised in their shadow
the schools and prisons
of similar design..

tiny window-dicipline
terrible food..
corruption..

ghosts and superstition-
flora thompson reccounts
a young man´s suicide

he hung himself from a tree
they buried him at the crossroads
(in unhallowed ground)

they drove a spike
through his entrails..
why is suicide taboo?

a good question lily
upon which i will not
dwell..
Michael John Feb 2024
this morning in the agave sat
a hoopoe and good as its
word it said hoopoe and i said
hoopoe in return and
i have n´t seen you aound for a long time..?

should you talk to wild animals?
i don´t know but no harm done
i looked to the concrete (like
very discrete) and when i looked back again
it was gone..

then i notice john cooper clarke in the
guardian
saying on about the technological-
honest as the day is long (and not unlike
a hoopoe himself..)

i like the computer as it
fecilitates creativity-
and then i remembered electricity
and as the lighting failed
we sang and huddled together by the

candlelight..
then i went to the supermarket
and tried for a discount card but had to
apply on line..
and made some boiled potatoes
-thought about a blackbird..
Michael John Feb 2024
a love poem for today
(blind to dreadful ways)
your neck and gaul
your cheek and all-
or just about all you say..


the hows and whys-
for you
saved me from myself(s)
-a chilly shell fish
and terminally selfish-
what a to do..

indefinable and unexplainable
something more than special..
it is unnecessary to say
to even spell a- a spell
or hex and wait

for the best is still to
arise
lily, of the purple suns
not for you fame and fortune!
but a giant one
i adore, of such cosmic
flora..
Michael John Feb 2024
fame and fortune(three)

the last wyvern
regret to burn
lonely, like seven
bathrooms-

like a flower that never
ends
truth evaded
for every smile..
Michael John Feb 2024
fame and fortune (2)

when the girls swoon
love discombobulated and
pure as a mountain tune
i would croon-

woke from a dream
i was a great flower sun!?
love was true
every petal a golden smile..
Michael John Feb 2024
enough babbla
recite a poem
from your new slim
volume, lily-
(ya-what´s new
pussycat?!)
ok-this is called-

fame and fortune

a butterfly ruin
an apocalyptic tune-
mansion to prison
via the silver
spoon..

i dreamed of a flower
a great sun!
what was true..
when every smile
loved only myself..

nice..delilah..
another!?
ya knock down the door..!
Michael John Feb 2024
and we wonder why..
where is the light
er..?

i am medusa
and angel of blue
a fallen star

waiting
do you like whitman, paul
he is like my grandfather

whereas emily
was an eccentric aunt
poe a weird uncle

pope a mad insect-
i like them all..
do you fear for

the future
o clever trevor
another hero

sometimes i just write
the first or last
thing

sometimes i think and
perhaps too much
and then change it

change and change again
and think where did
that come from

exploration
stops the dull
intellect under

the lash
where is my stash
i just made it

up
improvise
clive-

an awful name
i had a relation
never lend them

money
fame and fortune
they have all

come out the proverbial
let me tell you
paul-
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