Michael John

Michael John May 26

and they

and they accuse me of naivete
lily wonders-i will not hate
she says..

my heart is my f own!
this small blue marble my home
my difference is mine..

Michael John May 26

who

who do i think i am
a sad alien or something..
my opinion..means nothing..

but just like you i am
alone on this little blue marble
hoping for the best..

Michael John May 26

the marble has gone..

the marble has gone and
alone-who wants to be alone?
we will believe anything
rather than, alone..

there may be 7 billion..
there may be alien..
there maybe spanish afternoon
television..but alone..

Michael John May 25

you know where it is,

you know where it is,
some strange foible
between f9 and f10
(whatever they are..)

o my heart it is!
endless circle..
what does it portend
some fallen star..?

the future it is
the most fearful
it is the unknown
yellow with blue arc..

Michael John May 25

this marble is supreme

this marble is supreme
distraction
there is no light or
anything but some hue
we call blue..and a background of
***** yellow-i see we have no future
i don´t care..

Michael John May 25

there is this morning

there is this morning,
a marble upon the keyboard,
i observed with horror,
a yellow one-with an arc of
blue-what is it doing there?
frozen and paranoid,
getting old-in the playground
there was only joy-care
was a future..

Michael John May 24

poem in less than a minute

at this rate i thought
i might be of interest perhaps
not to others but to my self

a lost elf..a creel and a rod
not much but the less you want
the happier you are..?