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Michael John May 14
to write is dull
angel or fool
it is awful..

to write is a cull
a blind duel
a day in hull..

to write is all
*****
why?calls

do something else..
some constrictives
lives..
Michael John May 14
to write is to listen
perhaps an inner sound or
dew as it glistens..

to write is to love
from the devil or
from above..

to write is distraction
maybe, the whole or
a fraction..

to write is you
or me and viva
la difference, so..
Michael John May 11
i
i

if a tree falls
are we not witness
do we have a duty

some have the *****
courage comes in divers
form..

ii

a blank is a domino too..

iii

if man was as silent
as the animals say
we would be happy..

iv

if, we stopped and thought
for a sweet moment-
but we don´t..

if,we stopped asking fool questions
and accepted..
but we can´t..

we would habit this planets
in love and hate
but we arn´t..

v

couldwelisten..
Michael John May 10
i
i

poetry is food and food
is poetry-the soul will shrivel
if it is terrible then so

throw a silver piece dude
into a bottomless well
and go no..

no..without it..universal
love and time so
genius and the fool

hand in hand
shared-crude tool
why, say people

o subtle little stand
some twaddle
death and renewel

the loving land
a quick cuddle-
her or his hand

try and keep track
like a diary book
like a distant f

dinner in front of
the computer
carrot soup and

quiche
poor or rich
does n´t matter..

kidnapped by aliens?
on you go..
tell us you woke up

with a sore ***-hole..
and more power to you
make it good though

don´t rush..don´t they say
god is in the detail
(i say and too often

i know..)and i go on
i know..finnishing is tricky
motion is my thing..

ii

travel i liked travel
now,i am frightened to put
my head out..

memory will do that
i realize now -but with all
the ***** cognac i imbibed

tis´wonder i can remember
but with the computer and a
nice cup of tea..

i was death and now i am life
well change baby..
viva la differences

the bat cat and rat
the chinese i admire
don´t you

i felt universal love
to strangers but now
i want to **** them-

such is life change baby
old and grumpy..lol..
i was so dumb

i thought got to do
something baby
apart from drinking..

i was going from alcoholic to
chronic..a book by..it is called the grass
arena..

john something-i have to move..john
healy..how a drinking man became
a chess champion..

saved me bacon..i picked up my
guitar and said right..
and then i thought what about painting

and so on..i thought i was good  but..
therapy..penny whistle followed
violin and mandolin

heal me..save it..baby..
reading..i think i have covered crime
and punisment quite extensively-

in other poems i know
my girl friend hit me with it-bam..
it hurt but i read it..

and dostoyevski..what a guy..
from their i got into the russians
when i think of a book

some memory is attatched
and love and redemption
sonia and rodney..

his lovely mother and dunya..
mr luhzin
and my sore head..siberia..
bless j..who had great *******..
Michael John May 10
she
she is interacting with
her audience-
off to the cider tent guys?
here´s a thought, scientists

alter the universe by observing
it..get all metaphysical on yers..!?
ever get stuck in the dance tent on
acid..?
ha..technology is a curse..

back to the caves..!
back to the garden of eden
a wave!
call har- caw..caw..innocent..
Michael John May 9
lily is on the stage
to a multitude- funny and rough
a simple sage..

to tell the truth
the lion in a cage
an ancient youth

in a cynical age
(of never enough)
a lonely maze

off the cuff
and in a daze
in a rage

in a craze-
what is all this effing hate
these lonely days

this division, mates!
this divided way
what to say?

ii

i mean we have information
coming out the *****
cameras that talk

a selection of hamburgers..
what do we want
when we imagined a future

iii

love and computers
there was something to do
there was a cure

we assumed the dilemma
happy our finger tip
pip-pip..

iv

so quick did then become now
i can´t tell you
but i had nothing then

and i had nothing when
and i accumulated the same
and hope is how..
Michael John May 7
lily says cheers i
see a lot of cameras!
(or telephones
aka..)
when the gentleman
hid from the lens
how were we amused..
fearing for his mortal soul..!?

and yet so entranced by the past
and this moment-did he glimse
a future..?where we mirrored some
warped image..some shcizophrenic
and paranoid laugh..

i mean taken as a whole with all
the technology..
some distopian vision
of hell-robots with smiles
love hearts and a selfie..
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