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Michael John Nov 2024
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i put on a set of strings on
my birthday-very fiddley
my guitar is kind of part  of me
i know a cliche but everyday

i love and carress her-she is named
paloma-not the kind of task
that is to be attempted-****** or
drunk..

really it is a mine-field..but if
you want a litany of complaint
look no further..
her pure wing..ruffle-she is old..

my dove..battered and broke
my little bird o
golden sun
another year..

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strings have deteriated
perhaps not in quality
but in presentation..

i berate the seemingly
loss of pride
and one is a little short

every generation..
is bought and sold
i deal with it..
Michael John Nov 2024
playing music joins
the dots
or fills the void
(an ink blot blown..)

i imagine it the same
mind set as meditation..
unifys the self..
(a smile for a frown..)
Michael John Nov 2024
something issac said has
slipped my mind
there was a time i could
multi-task but now i
can sing..

music i received upon my
birthday
at the begining of a new
decade i said
now i will play..
Michael John Nov 2024
isn't it odd how lives become inexplicably
entwined, says lily,
eyeing me balefully..

there is a strangeness and beauty
meant to be and sundry cliche
and how sometimes i absolutely

hate and detest you but see
the love,the duality,
how could nothing else be..
Michael John Nov 2024
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lily says in
this here short story
a badge is refused

so the accused is in-
carcerated in a toilet
with a goat

and when released
he shoots six..
death in the azaleas!

5 elders and an innocent
in the crowd-called
the partridge festival..

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Michael John Nov 2024
remember,c,how we chanted
that poem-i do not-because i
choose not to..

the second part went
surreal and beyond
but i still have it
and guess what
there is a crushed flower..

but the first lines ran
i do not know if the world
has lied-i have lied..

an interesting start
and then-i do not know
if the world has conspired
against love- i have conspired
against love..

the daffodils blazed away..
the tractors ground by..
then,the atmosphere of torture is
no comfort-

i have tortured-
like the world is ok
but i am not..
now,i am ok and the world
is not..lol..don´t know what

happened..but the next lines
had me glugging wine-listen,
even without the mushroom cloud
still i would have hated-
my memory fades..

i will not be held under the
cold tap of facts-i refuse the universal alibi..
i think that´s right..
i try to avoid the book..
i stole it from newmarket library
have i not paid..


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the second part made no sense really
to me so i kept it to myself
you would understand
no doubt in a blink of those yellow flecks
but it went something like

like a telephone kiosk past at
night and remembered
like the mirrors of a movie palace lobby
consulted only on the way out
like a nyphomaniac that binds a thousand
into a strange brother hood
some thing..i wait for each of you to confess-effed up somewhere
no doubt..
Michael John Nov 2024
who will win?
water pistols and placard
verses greed?

once, a house was a home
it became an investment
(and then a tent..)

lily says, at least, there could
be a commune
(some sort of choice..)

for families-a community
away from the greed
etc..
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