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Michael John Aug 2024
i
i

an old flame?!
is that not-just
la juste mot..?

how many years,
edna,
since we last met..?

ii

you look the same!?
o ****!?-
no,not changed a bit..

(grumpy puts his game
face on-)
may be we could sit

iii

play-catch-up..?
mossy on down memory lane
yup..?

a smile so pretty enough
of assent-yes,
i would like that..

iv

but watching at the
corner
stood the pup from hell

and his eyes are not red
but sea-green..
well..
Michael John Aug 2024
so,
i

so,look here´s five pounds
have yourself a drink
thanks mum-
be sure to keep happy-
in...

yes,he´s in the shed-
shall i give your hat
a brush?
yes,here, in the shed-

crying for the antecedents!
running with the pack
wild as the mountain!
see the moon past..

ii

grumpy heads to the
pickled gherkin-jeanie,
from over the way-
brings a bottle for

strictly, and happy
worms his way out of
captivity-he is a good boy!?
they order in..

lin **** on delivery-
crispy seseme chicken
at the door of sweet
aroma-happy, sees his

iii

chance..!..past the fried rice
and prawn *******-
past the soya sauce and
fortune cookies-

(past, for the wise is past..)
the double exclamation-
at the gherkin grumpy chats
with lug-
gubrious ***..

(the doorman..)
when serendipity does
a thing..
edna?!...is that you?!

o grumpy boots..
what was the song..
long past..
but there, in their eyes..echoes..
Michael John Aug 2024
poetry is a very wide stream
like being amusing
or write about death
but the two are not mutually
exclusive-the same h20..
if you will..

you might be accused of morbity
or trivuallity
sometimes you can´t win
i mean what actually is the point
i can´t feel your pain
perhaps i lack empathy
you pay the bill..

what you do is what you do
one of seven billion
i write and read on a completely
personel level-an artist..
you are a soul sure but so
am i..unless we have talent
we don´t..simple..
Michael John Aug 2024
i
i

ok..an intriguing title
for a slim volume-how
did it go-biographical-
neither question but wile-
a tune  that taunts the
periphery..
what you think happy..
(yes,i could get my teeth
into that)..i laid out your
cowboy-suit and gave your
boots a once over with the pledge..
(how many times..)your dinner is
in the micro...

ii

i sent a poem to the new yorker
once..
it was called, love hunger..

now in the mirror-i am joe buck
not much of a cowboy but...
Michael John Aug 2024
i

boredom or death
is one not t´other?
death is boring..

and boring is..
(well,it´s not betjeman
but betjeman was boring..)

ii

our protagonists take the
scenic way-
past the old and infant
enjoying the sun and fluffed up

ducks..pointing to wonder
their love and innocence..
not so much hair nor teeth
but a fine day

many have gone and many
to come the green and breezes
infinite prayer..
happy..

grumpy ruminates-perhaps one
day,
i will be published and fame
be a spike in my guts..

to make a difference,ah,
we are home-mum..!
were back..i am hungry
how did it go..?
Michael John Aug 2024
i
i

the story so far:
grumpy boots-master
and happy his dog-servant

play out their roles..hapless,
before the karma of a blind universe..
saturday, and off to the soul doctor

and after?!an evening of western-
down at the pickled gherkin!
will grumpy find a friend?

will happy follow the dictates
of his nature
lost in the wild

of the primordial night
free of conscience and moral
turpitude?-(read on..)..

ii

q:so,how was the week
a:pretty much the same
q:were you busy-
a:same..made up a poem
q:about-?
a:a door,inspired by a dream..

iii

i dreamt about a door
was i in or out
was my life a jar
of doubt..

at the behest of an un-
caring universe
to fill a gap-a hinge-
a ***-to strange karma

iv

what does it mean
self explanatory themes..
your alienated and hesitant
you are not sure
if you are a door..

and if enterered?
a decision deferred-
what of the future?
what is in store?
just around the corner..

v

do you think of dying?
not so often
all the time or
middling-

i want you to write
a poem -
about death-
mean while..

vi

in the antechamber
happy chews the f out
of the carpet

boredom is worse
he thinks and stifles
a yawn..
Michael John Aug 2024
the glory of art is
the difference
do as you like-
it is said there is only
good and bad..and heck,
what is the difference?

the difference is pounds
shilling and pence
or pleasure..
the singular import is
one of freedom-that is the
crux of the matter..

ii

carte blanche or
maybe not
what of obscenity

and what of hatred..
today offensive
and tomorrow-tamed..

as society colapses into
a decadent heap or
biggoted..

iii

part of the human dilemma
be a monkey or be
a sheep..

if we are really lucky
nothing will occur
sit and create a voice over..
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