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Michael John Oct 2024
a)
a)

solitude
woo
chet baker do
almost blue

alone or alien
too
teacher asked-
what are you

kind of red
that goes
ah..

b)

all they ever
wanted
was your heart

to stick little
pins-in and laugh
now is that too

much to ask
for free
of course..

ii

a)

sunday morning and
they even messed
with the time..

b)

what is wrong with
colour
i wish to be

a sunflower or a
bright vermillion
dragon

with a flickering grey
tongue
with eyes

as dead as the ages
one toe raised
and a tail quivering

like a nightmare
before and always
you..

iii

a)

dark lily?
´tis the season to be
the bloodied rose..!

b)

we never celebrated halloween
it came across the ocean..

the vicar said it was sick
we burned revolutionary catholics-

we built effegies
and begged pennies

the nieghbours said o
eff off now-

but ate our baked potatoes
we had fire works and fire so

rockets and catherine wheels
named after crucified martyrs

roman fountains and jumping jacks
and second degree burns

the sirens lit the rainy night
sparkelers bright wrote

we sang,remember, remember
the fifth of november

gunpowder, treason and plot..
and drank hot

soup and that,pyramids
can´t recall what they did..

b)

at school we learned
of guy fawks
who tried to blow up

the houses of parliment
but was grassed up
he was hung drawn and quartered

and his ashes scattered at
the crossroads
his head upon a spike

on westminster bridge
or something
how times change..
Michael John Oct 2024
solitude is a matter of
childhood
how we find ourselves

amid the tumult and
others-some do not,
and for some, others-

death..they and other
become themselves-
the pack or alienated-

take your pick
either way..
the sun shines
the day long..

ii

when i wake crying
holding the pieces that were
my guitar

it can only get better..
alone before cacti
sea and little boats..
Michael John Oct 2024
i

in the night i thought
a line which became quickly
a dot which was nothing


which became an egg into
tommy the cat and the sky
a moment caught like tin

in the cosmic light..so..
there the crane
before the sea

and the little boats..
just the same then
as yesterday..
Michael John Oct 2024
i
i

i was not rich or famous lily
but i experimented with lsd
not knowing-was i  alcoholic
was i depressed or just curious..

when i say experiment, i took
a tab and wanderered in the forest..
after tapping my foot in the bar
it was loose and cosmic

in the moon light or in danger
but mostly there was another way
something new an alternative
from grey there was colour..

ii

moderation was the key
usually a friday and saturday
and spontaneously..well,i don´t know..
what time is it..

i mention with interest
as  the psychedelic element
makes it´s laborious journey
into the medical  mainstream..
Michael John Oct 2024
i am tired lily
cries
from the red eye

i will supine
just here
in the dusty road

and read the clouds
in the reflected
decked in glory

wonder at you and
me
the same and yet

cosmically apart
(just go around)
alive and yet dead..

i shall prostrate for
peace are we not
kith and kin

brother and sister
do we not all want
the same..?!
Michael John Oct 2024
i
i

usual is my name
i say what is expected
before hands

eyes glaze and i stay
a drone in monotone
little do they know

my origins-just as
small a need to explain
loveless children

nod like plod
in trills of pain
some how far


in a fear
in spiked tears
to carry aload

to shrug and grin
in broken glass
a shruken punch line..

ii

nostalgia is not
a box of matches
lily laughs

more stone and
a moon
the toxic vista..
Michael John Oct 2024
i
i

time is a pitza
round and cheesy-
a bubble of sound
(einstein say)

i like it simple-
some pimiento-
just for o
eternal

take away
the tomato..
life is onion
tears or happy..

ii

is time a pitza?
if you consider post-war
britain..

my mother was twenty-one
before she saw an orange
(one of those words

for which  nothing rhymes)
and she was aged before
she saw, mozzarella..


iii

we had fish and chips on a
saturday
dandillion and burdock pop

my father had tripe on a
saturday night
our car was green

i knew the engine..
we listened to the radio
just a minute was on..
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