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Michael John Aug 4
i thought i´d begin with a poem

it is when we ignore reality
on our hamsters wheel
round and round, humanity
what do we feel?

nothing-it  becomes only..
we ****** and steal..
madness and atrocity..
why?well,

it is not ourselves,see
it´s a together deal
i am you and you are me
an innocent pill..

we are one-hee-hee
it is kind of ill..
in a little century
we say still..

forgotten..forgive..be
tolerant..did it happen-nil
no maybe..who cares hey..
and it happens again, bill..
Michael John Aug 4
WHEN my mind is empty
i wonder why-is it the negative
energy or am i just lazy, why..
o to live..

my father would say
i was too lazy to fall off  the couch
i tried it once-ouch..
(that is the kind of thing they say..)

i felt safe there, outside-monsters
roamed
so i lay with mirror and comb
beautiful world leader..
Michael John Aug 2
what have you got for us today
i thought i´d do a chatty thing
get them to call in
with opinion and request..

you have shaved your head..
is that some kind of joan of arc?
no, i was ******
looks nice..

well,bon chance-here cate
is this tea magic
you bet..
try not to say ****..321..
Michael John Aug 2
lily,did i ever say how i got into the biz?
i mean,what a job playing your favourite music!?
(though all this technology and electric
makes all the mind go odd with a fizz..)

but it became my sincerest wish
i tried management ,senior ****
y´know,some dodgy tricks
y´know,and too much whizz,

and then a roadie, ******..
then, there was my uncle nick
he says,work for me large-big
i goes,he owns the station like

and nepotism makes the world
go round and here i am in a word
yeah..a libertine and free bird..
here´s catherine with the tea..

ii
Michael John Aug 2
on the radio
steve:what are the days
meant to-
i mean,are we here for a reason
do you think-i mean
what is the point of it if
we are not kind and loving at
some level- i mean if we are going to
be mean and spiteful surely, god would
be ******-i mean-what should we be..
anyway here is local poetess,lily..

back to the office from a liquid lunch
what is hell now hell on wheels
the neon is burned in soul
and the beige beaded sweat

there is hush and not much to feel
but the god of old
when love and hate gather
by the shredder..

there is stifled laughter and
an eye looking over-
not much to do all told
all done before

the years and the minutes
gather about equal
the demon round black and silver
there sweet baal goes tick

****-ding..
o let me be
three ***** are one
tick-tick-tick..
Michael John Jul 31
i

and what of the sixties lily
much of it dated?she says only
a small minority swung and the rest-
les miserables..

ii

i recall my father-rest in peace-
watching the evening news as the
mods and rockers fought it out on
brighton beach..

although a gentle man,he was a great
one for hitting people with sticks-
shouting at the television-birch them!
the silver birch one of my favourites..
Michael John Jul 30
..and what of the seventies?
she says-a time of innocence
surely one of the worst dressed

decades of all time but t-rex..
and bowie..******* was harmless
pedophiles and serial killers non-existant..

ii

you could go across-land to india
the bus left london once a week..
magic bus..and you could stay

for as long as you wanted..(in india)
a lot never made it past istanbul..
or afghanistan..

it arrived in new delhi three weeks
later..with the grace of god..
a lot of fun..
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