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Michael John Apr 16
lily!we went to a party
in an old colonial house see
us three out our heads on
a mo-ped,no crash hats, no lights
following the taxis!!

but lo! up ahead!
a police road blocked!
slow down arther man!
get on the right side of the road..
passports?
do you know where the party is..

o shakedown..!
luckily i had left the family jewels behind
and only 50p in cash-but arther the swiss banker
paid..!lol..
how much he would nt say but i had
cunningly held my hashish in my hand
while turning my pocket out.. only
four fingers gave me away..

he said you will go to prison for one
year..arther was crying..lol..but the cops lost
interest and let us go on-gave me back my
hash..and i was ready for them on the next night
with my pretty mademoiselle parlez-vous-on the beach..
the party was good i think-the imperialistic back drop just
fine..
Michael John Apr 15
sometime ago i can´t remember
when,
i was waiting at an airport
i think it was stanstead and
i am sat on one of those radiators
chilling and reading my book
inwardly cursing all humanity
when at my feet upon my bag-
quite small my partner brought in
morocco-i noticed a dog..it
was like effing it..i thought stange-
there is a dog effing my bag!where am i?
you know when you are reading and enthralled
it takes a few seconds to focus..hey..a dream..
no..there is a dog really..so i look up and
there are four or five soldiers with fingers on
their triggers..and they are watching me and this dog
so i get it..ok..so we look at this dog-someone is having
a good time..?!in an airport imagine..well, i said good
dog and tried to make friends being an animal lover-
and went back to my book..eventually it went away and
i looked at my bag and felt mildly violated..then looked up
at the milling crowds..but their still stood a solitary soldier
looking down at me..
Michael John Apr 15
i found this book
through serendipity (or
luck and who does not
like the word..)

not love, i refused to
say, and still do but within
probably a mark
known to all (but not me..)

unless you are one of they
who fold the corner with an
old sadistic joy-
actually, a boarding pass..

from twenty years previous!
small, unobtrusive and almost
apologetic-a lovely yellow
from coventry to pisa..

seat number (in biro)
an illegible signature (of
the traveller)(in biro)-which would get you
a year today..

the flight number (in biro)
i think three  numbers-seq?(ditto)
i look at it and i feel adventure!
there is even a smiling face..!

i look at it, about the size of
a cigarette box,i mean what a
difference-
coventry to pisa..
Michael John Apr 14
on a friday night i
might go to the hari krishna
for kindliness and a good dinner..

and when the tables and chairs
and plates had been cleared away
they fought it out-say!?

with all their love could muster!
yellow and safron a mad blur!
for a while til the last one standing

bowed and offered his love
should have seem them go?!
that was something..
Michael John Apr 13
if
if-
if you save a life
are you owed or are you
responsible for
what they go on
to do..

lily is writing a speech
she has been asked to make
a night-club appearence

and say a few words-
seems a little heavy..
if not a trifle clumsy..

try again..
if you saved my life
am i for-ever in your debt

or r u responsible for
all the pain and suffering..
all the hate..

no,who said anything about
hate-
if..perhaps i wanted to die

perhaps i save the world
somehow..
perhaps, i should never

have been born..
how some random act of
philantrophy may

save us all-
some bravness or act
of sacrifice-

(like incident at vichy-)
to they who save my life
eternal grace..

should it occur-
do you think lily
the tone is set for a dance

under the plastic trees
bubbles and night of
fun..
Michael John Apr 13
the mind can play strange tricks
lily says
i returned on other days
it was a place

where evil was palpable..
something terrible was to
occur-wicked conspiracy was
the air..

it may have been me but it
was another-what happened?
i was not afraid but i
should have been..
Michael John Apr 13
a reversed circle
and to the edge
i stood by the barren pit

where earth met sky
all..
between perfect reflection

still-i considered height
and interminable depth
all with the aid of

my wizard stick..and lo!
rose a gossamer breadth
and voices of love

sang loud long and mesmerising..
the water shone and no bird
sang..

these seraph beautiful  both
male and female though
the latter, prettier..

my thoughts reflected
the women took dominance
this choral arrangement lasted

how long-i don´t know
i was eight..
what is time..

i got on my bicycle
and went home
telling no-one..
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