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14h · 16
hello crow!
hello crow!

freedom of choice
not only for the boys-
let us be generous-

let hunger and homelessness
be a crime-comensurate with
double parking on a

bank holiday..let hate be an
abomination-boredom too..
pride in

our love and education-
let there be equal pay
for men and women..

let the huge gulf ´tween poor
and rich, dwindle-
let life be a holiday

and not a life-sentence in
moaning and complaining..
let the children be happy..

let there be thimbles
upon the street-let us be safe..
silver and gold is not all..

ii

i have been asked to read
at the pagan gathering
by the stones..

hope to see you, crow
my dear avis true
as one-lily..
1d · 20
hey lily...!
hey lily...!

long time no viddy..?!
(a clockwork orange-)
no words ryhme with orange-

why not?imagine a future
where violent gangs roam
a strange language

and drugs are the cure..
freedom of choice, a man
worry me feather..!

caught you in the park
we are to choose
god says..

choose your burger
choose hull
choose phillip larkin..

choose freedom
violence is always wrong
choose  choice and choosing..

your blackest raven
on the wing
purple shining..
1d · 22
if it were to me
if it were to me
there´d be no gravity
and my heart where it should
be..

would be..
if it were up to me..
and we´d fly free..!?
the vista to be-lieve..
faith a tree..

but it is not..the pavement
hot-polystyrene caught ´tween
earth and heaven..
blackest of raven, my heart..
to write is to live
or to die
it is to give

to write is with
or without
you as, if..

to write is biff
or boff-
some sieve..
sieve-a person who can not keep a secret..
2d · 27
to write is dull
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..
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..
5d · 36
i
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..
6d · 39
i
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 *******..
6d · 41
she
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..
7d · 37
lily..
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..
May 7 · 39
lily says
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..
May 6 · 29
caw!
Michael John May 6
caw!
my mum went to school
with you?!

this is called things that
annoy me-
comedy as philosophy..

people who stare
across the bar after
being refused

casual-oral..
the sparrows..
books that fall apart

when i read them
i am no longer young
and yet younger..

people who say they are
better than me but
when asked as to the wherefore

say something ridiculous..
history
geography and algerbra..

the can-can
laughing police-men
losing my marijuana..

what passes for fun
some persistant tune
stood on lego..ow..

towels trowels and owls
(but not the last one
every summer there is


sweet cry in the night as
it calls for a mate..!)
paradox..

rollerskates
skates
fate..

lost socks
rusty woks
love in hock..

poems
that go on and on
om...
May 3 · 30
a
Michael John May 3
***
a single line is everything
sapphire and cracked emerald
a trifle used and hotter
our muse-local hotty-

lily..!thanks steve-******..
i got a few things to say-
they may not rhyme and
i do not pray

but to look and crave
my hearts tranquillity
some times i moon
of latent crime

sooner live in a cave-
than live guilty..!
they who said i never
make it..

when i could not say
before back then..
but in my stupid way
was clever..

and today i write
not all i cannot remember
and amen to that..
so teachers..

bar room fannies
bus drivers and who else
-reduced to state of idiocy
by this cruel world

a little child..who could not
think or speak..could not
spell my name-that was the
guiness-lol..

pulled my self out..
not with a shout of not i
but who cares and read
some sacred lines..

began way way!and today
well,hard to believe
easy to laugh but easier to cry
hey just easy..thankyou..
sapphire and cracked emerald taken from diamond dogs  by bowie and legend
May 2 · 36
lily says,
Michael John May 2
lily says, the stage
is the loneliest place
of all..

here madness blooms!
here,love and hate like
identical

twins of sin cavort like
bored angels-
alone..

the merciless bone
the choke bread
no shaded..!

all alone..
and for my next poem
o..
Michael John May 1
or i will give advice?!
what my father never said..
(and try not to patronise..)

don´t pick your nose-
long time dead!
learn to cook..

find a woman and you
will find love
there is always someone

watching..
don´t get old son-
read leonard cohen

love is god sent
stay away from the cider tent
hark to bill and ben

find what you love and
do that-your a dog
your a cat..

there is dream and there
is the real-seek and bon-chance
on that one..

bare your soul and make
a million and good luck on that
one..

don´t climb trees
when your high
listen well children..!

there are doors of perception-
you will not have your cake
and william blake..

we are angel and devil
the choice loquacious mandible
is fake..

ride a camel..
like it all if you can
play a clever hand..

put your head in a lion
get the write end
sing and dance you own..

be proud but no too proud
be loud but..
live in a hut on the sand..

end in the end
begin ..
don´t outstay your welcome..
find a woman-is of course skynyrd..
May 1 · 33
or i will chat from
Michael John May 1
or i will chat from
the heart-what is important
what should be learnt
are you hurt

is the pain such
you can not think..
no touch..
if only you concentrated

if only..
where should i start?
when i drift away
a fractured heart..

into some dark den
of the forgotten
some belated fortune-
the next level..

i am old and yet a child
i am young and yet an effing
old man..and i no longer smile
angel and devil..

so i dream of the wild scapes
with the jolly tent on my back
(god bless the cider tent..)
my life spent..

ramble on..you can get to
the end my hairy friend..
just because and why..
a small debt to pay..
Apr 30 · 34
i thought i might rap
Michael John Apr 30
i thought i might rap
or some ryhmes
bukowski opened to stadium

s..something from the archives
death or life-my goa trilogy, mayhap..
what happened to my shoes?

the captains shoes..stranded at
king´s cross-shorted in the freeze
and not even a smoke..(poor one..)
Apr 30 · 31
i
Michael John Apr 30
i
i

how does one captivate
by a word, say it-
love or hate
repeated-

a chorus of tat..
the hush of the cider tent..
honest or the mask paint-
a spell hexed..

an observation or thought
some veiled threat or
mystical twaddle-
lily loses it..pressured..

ii

i think i will just
go on and say what-ever
comes to mind..

and should it all go
wrong-and i die..
shrug and say, that is life..
Apr 28 · 34
dear crow
Michael John Apr 28
dear crow

on saturday..
prey for a sunny
day..

there will be fun
aplenty!
steve from radio

ding-**** is comparing
good to see old amigo
already crow..

i have a kaleidoscope
of butterflies in me belly!
all nerve ends

in the brain
thank bachus for the
cider tent..?!

love sent-lily..
Apr 27 · 31
dear lily
Michael John Apr 27
dear lily

i´ll be there!
if there were no air
or gravity..

should i asphyxiate
or fall
the spirit will hover

like ancient ancestors
my love child-warrior-
a call !

caw!
above thy blessed
head and i shall be with thou

this world a test of faith
sow your seed
i will be there..
Apr 26 · 46
dear lily
Michael John Apr 26
dear lily

of fame is comparable to
death
(in it´s singularity..)

heaven, a number of
whitest bathroom
to a hall of hell-

local celebrity, and
are you so and so?
did n´t you used to..?

and, of course, fear,
will you sign their ****
what no..?

fame, as mr bowie said..
and are we not the dead?
do we have a life..?

dear crow,

i distain the cult of celebrity!
but a girl has to make ends meet
my blackest raven!

i am reading at poetry etc in
the park
will you be there..?
Apr 25 · 212
dear crow
Michael John Apr 25
dear crow
what of fear and death
all live the same but
death is singular..blue..

dear lily
how do we live the same?
we are part of a universal con-
scienceness?bless..green..

dear crow
yes,but to die is
our very own..there is no
blue print so..we are truly alone..
(and that is the good news..)..purple..

dear lily
what of fear and what of
euthanasia-(well, f
going to switzeland..i believe
there is a contract out..)

dear crow
the state and church will never
relinquish (us)
life is blessed..

dear lily
unless we go to war
to die in glory..
and what of fame?
Apr 23 · 29
dear crow
Michael John Apr 23
dear crow

are you a man who is a
crow or
a crow who is man..?
(your go!)

dear lily

there is a begin
and end to everything
who knows..
like you-

i am everything in
the panthiest universe
love grows..
(your turn!)

dear crow

and what of death?
dear crow
what sayest thou?
(my little corvus..)

dear lily

we are the children of the
rainbow and we embrace all
the colour equal..?!

we all dance and sing equal
and death inevitable
death is-is good..

dear crow

what of fear?

dear lily

what of fear..
Apr 22 · 39
dear crow
Michael John Apr 22
dear crow

i recall biking up a hill
stood out the saddle
giving it all..

when a peddle
came off
oof!

i went down like
a sack of potatoes
and lay supine

contemplating mother
sky..but as i said to a star
when she fell from

her chariot of  slaves-
it is not how you fall
but how you rise..

dear lily

wise words
in a world
patiently mad

are we fated
love or hated
happy or sad

good or bad
to fall-hit the deck
**** over ***

a peddle short
the farm bought
to drop like leaden

balloons- just an accident..
o lily i pick you up!
and hold you

in my loving wings and together
we soar!away from tired
unfetterd mishap..
mother sky-can
Apr 21 · 49
i
Michael John Apr 21
i
i am turning into crow
like a jackdaw
i will take your heart

something shining-
through one green eye i
you are mine..

you are my diamond-!
el diablo in desguise
you will recognise..
Apr 21 · 101
dear lily
Michael John Apr 21
dear lily,

it is nice to write about
the past
the dice already cast-

i am safe at my terminal-
anything might have happened?!
and present a blast..

we look back and laugh..!
hardly recognising ourselves..
(was i really mad and suicidal..)

then,i had a glimse of you!
on your old bicycle-pressing
on..up a hill..
Apr 21 · 48
and you..
Michael John Apr 21
and you are the beginning..
i would nt bother writing if
there is no hope

no,i would drink my self into
oblivion-so there is a difference
and there is belief..
Apr 20 · 44
dear lily
Michael John Apr 20
dear lily,
i write a poem for you
appreciating your
thought-processes-caw!?

three notes never sounded
that good-i love you
i lick my finger and find a bud
i love you too-

the lotus open and in
the glories of morning
the milkman delivers
a happy whistle..

we have our coffee and
laugh at nothing..the birds
sing happily..
dull sun in your eyes..

ii

dear crow,
the ****** is an ambitious
genre
a thin line between
the lewd and cor-blimey..

some of the lines
are cringe-worthy..but of course
it is a question of balance..
a lapse into a carry on-

there is innocence and something
common place-a wave at bill is
a pretty touch..(he was very rude!)
the cliches we won´t go into..

and there is humour..i mean ***
is hilarious..the atmosphere of bonhomie
saves us..i can almost hear desert island discs
or perhaps chopin..
Apr 19 · 49
Untitled
Michael John Apr 19
their vanity is an eternity
if you think the stars are
far away..
Michael John Apr 19
i told my father that story
leaving out  some of the details
(trying to bond)-but he
said they should have locked me up
i think meaning her too..later,
he said don´t tell me any more stories
like that..how we misunderstand each other..
Michael John Apr 18
i feel i should complete
this minor trilogy lily
(but  if you are of a
sensitive disposition
then,do not read on..)

i am torn between the vague
easily distorted by time!
we were twenty and the alarmingly
specific-the details unnecessary-
and the forgotten..

wht..or why because no one cares
and half a story untold..
well,we had got to the vinegar strokes
(as i believe they are known-)
dog on pretty dog-my pretty madamoiselle
parlez-vouz and me..

when the police came along..
what do you think you are doing
and you can not do that here
self-evident in the first case and
au contraire-the moon on the ocean
the breeze in the palms
the white sands night soft and fragrant..

like the gentlemen that they were
they turned their backs as we dressed
pulling my trousers on i fell down and fell
asleep in the cool sand was paradise-
to be rudely awoken with a long stick..
when he began searching the sand for
our stash..

crunch-crunch-i can still hear as
he got closer and i tried not to look
this could get complicated..
so i looked at her..though she was not
really there..just too beautiful looking out
to sea as penelope must have waited..
crunch-crunch but  it stopped..
you will go to prison for a year..

(i had read of such things in the tabloids..)
we all stopped and looked at her
but she was not there..a pre-raphaelite
sight-still and innocent..we are all just prisoners
of our own device-and everyman lives behind bars
of his own making or something..

then born of desparation, inspiration..!
ok..we go to the station..but i should say
my father..lol..is a big man (which was true)
at the embassy and i want a phone call..!
**-**-you are good man(not true)..in my
best oxbridge which is prety good..
and they left us..after a long silence she
turned to me and said..what happened..?
and we got on with part two..
when i was young..
Apr 17 · 41
lily flicks
Michael John Apr 17
lily flicks through the
cosmo for stars-
what happened next?

perceptive as ever
it was not the end of the
matter-the next day

arther made to muscle me
for money-i said i paid
my police fine-

he said how much-
what had that got to do
with him-

how much did he pay
he would nt say..
he said,my father is angry..

i thought my father is angry..
but he keeps stamping pensions
and selling them cigarettes..

why,did he carry the equivelent
to the third world debt
or words to that effect..

he said,because i´m rich!
i said you are useless
your father is rich..

he thinks you should contribute
ha-it was hard to feel any sympathy
he would sit in flash restaraunts

and wave lobster claws at me
as i wandered by-laughing-
i paid my fine 50p..lol..

he said,i kept us out of prison
they gave me my hash back,arther,
it was a game..

he said,i will make a problem
for you-i did nt like this and
moved a little closer..

i said did you tell your father
you cried like a little girl
and he went off..

ii

but sure enough
the police followed me
and watched from the shadows

one stood in my way
and made it plain..
someone was to pay..
Apr 16 · 40
lily!
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..
Apr 15 · 32
Untitled
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..
Apr 15 · 34
i found this book
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..
Apr 14 · 40
on a friday night i
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..
Apr 13 · 41
if
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..
Apr 13 · 53
a reversed circle
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..
Apr 11 · 122
dear crow,
Michael John Apr 11
dear crow,

what we do to animals
we do to ourselves..
full marks for blake

though some will differ
i know no greater..
a vision of the angels..
Apr 11 · 41
dear crow,
Michael John Apr 11
dear crow,

for some it´s all too much
and for some it is all to little
for some it is the middle..

for them a mad second
to them a long long time
you know..

take my underwear again
and it will be a police matter
little bird on the wire..

dear lily

a robin red breast in a cage
puts all heaven in a rage
a dove house filled of doves and pigeons
shudders hell thro all it´s regions
a dog starved at his masters gate
predicts the  ruin of state
a horse misused upon the road
calls to heaven for human blood
each outcry of the hunted hare
a fiber from the  brain does tare..
william blake
Apr 10 · 22
c. remember how i
Michael John Apr 10
c. remember how i
f u over the burner
sheep-skin and infantry

footwear..it was cold in
the little blue van!
those dutch winters..!?

the cats watching
your lovely hair..
you must have thought-

what a gross creature-!
you were n´t wrong-
reading leonard cohen..
Apr 10 · 44
dear lily
Michael John Apr 10
dear lily
some sweet imagery
it can be a temptation
-overcrowding..

you give the eternal
minimilism-metaphors
and simile-

kept simple..a word of
the day thrown in
(for my education)

references and natural
a winter´s path through
the barren way

remembrances!
the birds have the last word
or love..
Apr 10 · 49
dear crow
Michael John Apr 10
dear crow,
if lovers dream
riparian and joyfully
green-if the time

were but froze,
the ever passing stream..
if an instant or her smile remembered
was stilled..

a walk in whitening
clouds of breath
the old bridges!
and birds sing..
Apr 9 · 49
dear lily..
Michael John Apr 9
dear lily,
thoughts on love,
are we not just puppets
the laughing hand above?

we fumble and we bumble
the grease paint blinding
hiding to a bow
the saddened string

only to encore:
i wish we had never met..and write
dreadful poetry about fate
and love and hate..

the dreaded rational
i deserve it..the things
i have done..this show
every cynical maneuver

under the footlights
like a nose that grows with
every lie
goats and cows..mountains..

the scenery changes but
it remains
if only- if-if..
your grass-hopper lover..
Apr 8 · 36
dear crow
Michael John Apr 8
dear crow,
¨when a well packaged web
of lies has been sold gradually
to the masses over generations,
the truth will seem utterly pre-
posterous and it´s speaker a raving
lunatic¨-(i refer of course, to love..lily)

he thinks of himself:
crows are clever
crows mate for life
they can remember faces
and have regional dialects
we mourn..
generously endowed in
the cranium
they can use a black and
decker and hoard..but does
she love me..?
when a well packaged web...dresden james..
Apr 7 · 45
a little john cooper
Michael John Apr 7
a little john cooper
clarke is a universal cure
i fine-a pana or para-******
or something..

melodic and a dialect
that could sweep up the
sawdust..i did nt know him
but on kings cross station

one time..he wandered past..
he looked like he does!
or another dissatisfied earthling
waiting for a space craft..

warily he eyed the board
a guardian tucked under a pencil
like arm,had ariel danced from
his head none would have been

surprised..i wondered who that
was..another wandering manc
far and far from home
shaded from us and the sun..
Michael John Apr 6
i don´t know what to say
to you-(a suitable epitaph)
belief is poetry

(cry or laugh..)write yourself
or leaves of grass!
to infinity and beyond!
i think that is buzz lightyear..!
Michael John Apr 5
thatcher was a green grocers daughter
she married a millionaire
(but i don´t hold that against her..)

she had twins while studying law or
something..she was the minister for education
we called her thatcher the milk snatcher..

as juniors we were given a free quarter
every morning-a glass bottle with silver
top..that sometimes in the winter
the birds pilfered-we had a straw..

i recall that contented hush and the poorer
kids that had had no breakfast had two or
sometimes more-(i never made milk monitor..)
but they had to balance the books or

the chieftan tank called for..
why, i would wonder would we soldier
for such a mean spirited pile of *****
and that god forsaken life..?
Apr 5 · 66
dear lily
Michael John Apr 5
i

crow in his nest
reads-(but does she
love me..?)

he plucks a feather
from his heart
and writes another:

ii

dear lily
my heart burns
like sun-set clouds

acrobatic turns
o wild and free!
the cool breeze..

iii

unrequitted
love
(cool as worms!?)

the whole sky
ours!?
say you love me..

iv

now i must fly
your turn-
counting the hours

why
scented fern
your underwaer..
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