Michael John

Michael John May 27

he said, i no longer bother
don´t see the point to her
blah-blah-blah

silence lasts for-ever
now,she is no other
and no ha-ha-ha..

Michael John May 27

the poet is a serial killer

the poet is a serial killer
the holes in her
a stars mirror..

leafs sway her hair
left to wonder-she said
i don´t care..

Michael John May 27

the poet is the serial killer

the poet is the serial killer
asked why just one to many times
sustenence for a drink

the mad hand at the tiller
the bird and the lime
he can not think..

some polyfiller
some lost rhyme
an unsubstantiated kink..

Michael John May 27

i

i like to be free
she says three
is marvelous

a bowl of glass-
that says-
so long, and thanks for all

the fish..

Michael John May 27

i

i like to be free,
says lily
and dances what she means

like the tears of a clown
when there is no one
full of beans..

Michael John May 27

i

i like to be free, says lily
my self is mine own
completely and though others

are fine-the sun and moon
so-it is to me, is my first loyalty
o little sisters and brothers..

Michael John May 26

and when you say

and when you say
what are you doing here
i say,hot women and cold beer..

no,what are you doing here
bijou tear..
bloated ghostly alien..