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Michael John Jul 2017
31 is a strange time
i lived in my old van
in a big tulips world
the winter´s cold

and the distant clock
cried the pain of man..
i drove my small polish
tractor..in the summer

by the water and dream
it was a blast an scourge..
i well short on word
look askance to what

seemed..sat in the kitchen
with a hot head
and paint
waited for you to visit..
Michael John Sep 2018
only six minutes can pass and
i have only one finger left
the trick being
i a human being
to look at
this planet through relatively
alien glance
how
well like if you never were here
which soon enough will be there
the case or the whole or just plain
good old nothing bless
that being the case what
bizarre dream
lead us on
to be here and now
golly,of all the moments in space
for me to see
and you to do
all in this nano second..
two minutes
two minituos
two what to do..
sail off for the horizon
head held high
your mit in mine
it even be fine.,.
one minute
runs down
just like the first
and the last..
Michael John Aug 2017
in one picture a woman
on a telephone the lead
which leads to what may
have been a golden mannequin..

her eyes are blind and her mouth
hangs down she looks left..(her left)
the doll stands on the table..
in the heels what look like bullets..

in the second a scene in a washroom
a young man flees clearly affronted..
a woman bespectacled watches his retreating
back..and dries her hands..

everyone is incredible
it goes without saying
everyone is perfect and
dazzling..
everyone is thin...

(taken from a magazine..)
Michael John Aug 2017
if i were to draw up a manifesto
there would be nothing new
just the same old platitudes!
(so unlikely as the years pass..)

water and electricity would be
in the governments hands..
that goes for  trains and all essential
services..

there would be a building of
houses-at a fixed rent affordable
to all-a decent minimum wage
rigidly enforced..

income tax would fixed at 30 percent
65 and 90..
along those lines..
something to share..

we would make an equable society
vivisection illegal..
like wise poverty
for the old..

and children..
the arms industry
folded
off shore banking
a thing of the past..

teachers treated
with respect and paid
likewise..
likewise  garbage collectors etc..

the nhs would have whatever
it needs..
dentists,vets,lawyers,the city..
would bleed..

there would be howls of protest
from the rich and wealthy but
they may leave..
though there money would stay..

after so many years of their dominance
and just look about..
capital has failed only but the few..
getting fewer..

so a few ideas off the top..
so much fairy dust
still can´t hurt to dream
who knows..
Michael John Dec 2018
a fine week was had
the day a married
black candle mass
time dawdle
our loved stalked
angel and demon
the devil called
heel warm-
a fly born
and in squash
and in *****
moaning no..
fiery ****** tongue
take the bride upon
the stair
the groom served by
sundry elf
while maiden scent
his self-
spit of toad for
potent
death watch for
content
goblet of newly
born blood
and saw the
dead born
watney´ s pale in
an eight pint
can
red and gold
before the god
the revellers
kowtow
and the girls
vie for a smile
so ennuyer
etched
across his face
evil always
some distraction
a turbid dracula
bored
vice a hold
the betrothed cam
sweet innocent
like starsky
and hutch
naked and bloodied
to the dark one first
rites
right is right..!
crazy horses kicks
off
donny makes a
come back
o scream the tree
crack
through
the clamor
witchs hover
ashine with mire
o higher the crying
the exultation..!
evil the mad one
ah..!
evil made persona
the couple sworn
at each end
scant hors d'oeurvre
to the masters
seed served
cold the
young old
and old..
wine flows
strange going on
in the coat room..
be loved *****
shared..reverence
and shy glance..
our old ice cream
man
strikes up the band..!
thus man and wife  declared
tied and together darkness
with out end..
all cracked raise to health..!
something by sinatra
in the sky yon moon turns
to aversion
the forest weeps
there then the fire
in the eye of
the songbird
there then the
cleansing sweep
of the blackbird
to flight..
Michael John Aug 2017
a first line an opening line
an introduction..

an ice breaker
a fire starter..

a big bang
block sang..

a holy sign
your hear mine..

do you come here often
a word too soften

a smile..
something interesting

somewhat inane
and at the same time..

some mot juste
some witty expression..

you are cute
you so cute..

dancing thro the night
higher than a kite..
Michael John Sep 2017
again all my ruddy heart gone
lily you are my lovely poem
with the sick seconds..
put on your cowboy boots..

my heart is some slick stone
a derailed why and when
miaow like a leopard
our love can´t refute..


our love love til all done
til end of everything...
give me cute-
put on your cowboy boots..
Michael John Apr 2018
a hoopoe flew to  silhoutte
with  snail or such lark..
pivotted a proud head
a grin like a wise  monarch..

it´ s variegated plummage
blackened by twilight´
sigh..
side to side it´ s mischievous
eye..!

and all a rush now away
up and away!
savoured it´ s catch at
the end of the day..

home to it´s roost
in a flurry of detailed
be-
the swallow and hushed
agave..
i


a kestrel
in the agave
looks back at me

(when  or) if
an unstoppable fo
rce
struck

an unmovable
object-
what might be?

i play county
down
now,
f away..

ii

but leave me
soul!
leave me
my heart!!

o beauty
most
o eye of
god

fly like
a wild dream
we must
all

part..
life´s crust
is hard!
for a sweet love

in such delight
truest
sight

the kestrel in the
agave
wants another

but i am old and
rust
i have forgot

sundry jig..
i learned along
trout shores..

iii

my love is
baking bread

lily says
she is fed

up and stoops t
o
dead..

iv


head..
said
lily past

some
latent
blinded

heat
wait
last

one
man
band..
star of the county down-an old aire..
Michael John Sep 2018
i


all in all
when it comes
down
at the end of
two parts
a smile
or a frown
a brick wall
a white line
ends own
a choice
a refusal
a moments
consideration
smell
silence
the birds
all taken wide
and around
up down
soft stones
i know you
no sound now
have a break
take her nice
and easy
somehow begin
do not sigh..

ii

you take a deep
i want to high
do you recall
o the rail bread
the sanctum
the sunshine
the water crashing
and that small calm
said why
what did you do
no..
yes
i will not say
you will
no i will not
why should i
you say
no you
it is taboo
you
no,you
god
the devil
me
we
they
ah yes they
say
what do they
say
blaspheme
pray
do
don´ t
it
at
that
what
you know
ah,yes
infer
no,call it
me
yes
not they
no
you
no
where is the fun
gone
where
don´ t say
conspiracy
oh ****
here we go
pirates
china plates
when did the rot set
in..
kite
tasty
with a key
and zap
i might have been
happier before the
four stroke
i´ m not sure
it is hard to be
certain
but still we are just
a blooming accumilation
of what has been
and some of that
is not too pretty
if you know what
we mean
but of course
who does
words
are now
and will be
for ever
superfluous
silence wins
that is a common
platitude
lewd
****
yes
can be interpreted
as no
best say perhaps
i think that
is lunch..
Michael John Jun 2018
all is vanity and the mirror seldom lies
where do we leave us lily smiles
truth and our honesty cries
somehow is away just a while

might as well..
where has the passion
gone..
that kept me top of the
chess ladder 11 conseutive
months..

the salt and vinegar of jennifers mouth
how did more become so less
well that´ s life son
dreams gone south..

ii

back from work
she has performed
her summer time special

bringing home a sick and
poorly animal..
it has only a single eye
and a ****** hole

a cat..
difficult to tell
is it petty to
mention the smell..

it has an infection..
but she put it under
the tap..
i know the routine
by now..

the vet yesterday
the vet next week
day 2
it follows her like
a puppy..

this is what she did
with me
lol..
soon it will be happy..

iii

she calls it stinkey
is that a word even
now we are locked in
so she can get away..

we have had nearly thirty
surprised the landlord..too..
i don´t even take drugs or drink
how durable the human..

but not as strong as this little one
wants to come in..it has food
water but it really wants my room
its lost orb purpling..

now there is ***** spots
but it will come on
only a little cat but
a small victory for love..

now it is crying
its fur is wet and matted
but out of that one eye
so much..

iv

it is siesta and i feel guilty
but football call
of the wild..
i will say on stinky..!

v

oh,the hand of catalan!
Michael John Aug 2017
a small trip down through the winding way down some serpentine stone
every moment accounted for with the rest of the populace and all alone..

down the road with the gas station right and the distant distance stance-
hazy mountain first taken and the seething teeth of the milling ant..

i crossed with great aplomb with that hat trash grin of the genius..
rose the sliding door of dark still gulped and touched my *****..

into the hush into that great blackness of dazzling blithe colour
i thought what do i want..what..before the  reaper  bone

carried me off..what do we  want..?mushrooms are down
that little *** of stuff incredibly annoying not much for less than

a dollar..there is decorum and order..there are ******* clad women
a secure i t y..house and job a good education for our children..

bread and shelter round the corner not so much some ice cream..
****** corpses litter the way ..mmm..

yes,it´s well to remember what we have to remember ..
eggs milk and some very cheap beer..

and that rather ***** old told sorry toad-a future..
who to tell?a short stay in hell..was that rimbaud..?

he was a gun runner..now,a lemon in which to stick
peppers to keep the flies away..love and kisses

that is free..toms are cheap and rich in me..
what else..i wish to die when i please..

that seems to be a basic human right..
some cold drinks for it is hot..

some human way off to the cashier..
is that all..now..
Michael John Oct 2018
a sophisticated double negative
ensues a devastating clarity..
and a few lines on a train
why comely

fine england
touched by an
autumnal wand..
song

to barren sparkle
gold the shiver from
the gods..
(prom
around the bend
come by dream´ s winter..!!!)

astrix..a child´´ s poem..another
good one from twigzy..
Michael John Jan 2019
i


a strange time
but the same
all the same
i still miss
red wine
how i loved
that abandoned
safe spacing
lifting of pain
a button
in my brain
clicking off
or on
here am i
again..!

ii

i would read
the russians
their suffering
brought solace
so understanding
drink and lie in bed
clair de la lune
thank you


iii

a)

auntie mabel
said
they
would
hang me..

being
from
wales
poetically

a lilting
prophesy
(a prediction
common
among family)

b)

i was bemused at
the time
we sat in the bar
red wine

dribbled off her
chin
hang me..
why..

she said she knew
not why-
why is a sin
i was eleven
or ten..
Michael John Jan 2019
a

auntie mable said to me
said they would hang me..

coming from wales
and poetically placed

(her lilting prophesy
common amid family..)

b

i was bemused at the time
we sat in the bar..red wine

dribbled off her chin
she ****** back in

hang me why
she knew not why

why is a sin
why is a sin boy..
Michael John Aug 2017
the summer is coming to a finish
the anti-bite sits golden..

the dwindling at the sand-
an extra blanket at hand..

the blue swallow flies south
scattered showers on red roof..

we breath relief..
cool the devil´s tooth..

then sad au revoirs
see you next year..!

the air picks at us..
but soon dry our tears..
Michael John Dec 2018
i


a walk about towns
lily be crowned
great godess
to bed airwares on..parenthesis
perchance to dream in
splendour and innocence..
shared the family of man
when more is less..
when we live free of fear
and intimidation
when violence against
women
be uncommon..
we safe in our home
where human rights
exist..
for everyone
where we own
ourselves
body and soul..

ii

a little bird sings
outside her window
through the pale
dawn´ s light..

she says in oblivion
where she does not
know
where there´ s a
way..

iii

where we on a wing
where love the day
where night bring
hope so..

where the moment
the pauses
truth our meditations
and free lost cause

where equalities
where dreams
like sheep count
she smiles..

iv

where concord is
obvious and profound
like the blue bus
lily laughs..exclamation

like a little bird..
tucks her head
turns and goes
on in search

of the right word
the juste mot
where we like ourselves
o she says
the music stopped..
Michael John Nov 2018
be a poet or not
do or delete
amount
the same
a hill of beans

plus
or subtract
abstract
a drop in

the ocean
to hung
purple
naked

from
a nearby
pole
dark as a coal

by the moon
upside
down
or a nice

cup of tea
not really
much difference
older one is

ii

why sail it into
an iceburg..
leonardo would
never be allowed
into first class
that kind of spoilt
it..
love may transcend
the class barrier
but not a skanky irish
artist..
still,kate was game..

iii

love will transcend
anything
this is patiently
obvious..

excuse me
this rather bland
observation
and a rather

bad..
i am smashed
excuse me
go at the irish..

gosh.
when it comes
to that..
yes
love will transcend..!
Michael John Mar 9
beaten by the machine
my heart wear thin
never fear wise hearts
there is always the sun
* by the stranglers
Michael John Nov 2019
be careful heart you know the drill
those that make infinite
hole
that burn and tear years on

those that join up great continent
in between all space and will
stolen
my heart done-

for!
those who take for sport
those who can´t help it
those who will be caught
those who are just bored


those permanently ******
those dentists
those oil merchants
those experiments

in forgetfulness
those who walk through doors
those who soar
those who die

but pick and shovel
from one side to t´other
beware!beware!
small time

thunderbirds
the collectors
more holes than
blackburn lancashire

who wait for a knock
on their faces more
who store away tears
along with all the rest..
Michael John May 9
before the woman runs home
shouting are you home
before the begun to turn
us..

not before breakfast
but at the split awakening
became a distant end
on the magical bus..

now and then my friend
i played my part i did my
bit
i have learned to cuss..
Michael John Dec 2018
breathing is difficult
wanting not to
is hard..

but i am built
to last
word..

i have good ****
for my hip
and dickey heart..

and music
and eat
chips

and salt
and vinegar
soul food..!
cheers to mia..
Michael John Nov 2018
ii


but then i flicked it
off a nearby stick
and danced to some
music
on some skanky
blanket
of grey
and love
thus relieving
the boredom
and stress
fear
etc..
paint and not
there oh therre
so i enjoyed
there and gods
smiled down..
Michael John Aug 2017
i said to myself again and again
i will never drink again..never..
not now..but until then..
i will have a good time..!

dutch bob would say
alcohol is sneaky
(had i been a bottle of
beer i would have felt guilty..)

he would throw back his
great viking head and sing
tom dooley..early morns-
cognac beer and backgammon..
Michael John Aug 2017
i loved buk* from the get-go
thank you lizzie from norway
do not lose them *******
you would say..

notes of a ***** old man
and factotem-
i remember them..
through him i liked poetry..

some may say adolescent
but he made so love..
and in post office
when an alsation

smells his ****,
we are all transported
to heaven..!
he threatened his audience..

who the hell is tom jones..

ii

well,lizzie, i lost them..
and losing borrowed books
were we in hell..
i lent them to some one who

swore the same..i hear your laugh!
he had a head on in the dark
he broke his leg and his friend
broke his arm..

the books were gone..
stupid **** you would say
i recall you big honest grin..
you said you liked me..

because i never turned down
a drink..
if this was irony
it was lost on me..lol..

so the books picked up
by some one passing
and loved and cherished
just like i do  you now..

changing lives and growing love..
i thought about you..
when they carried each other
past to the bathroom..

just drunk and fine!
while we looked on
thanks for lending me
them...

iii

lily say something
she is busy reading
the rats by james herbert..

a late sixties horror classic
every one gets it..
the rat is so deep in our pscyche
these one´s are wise

too..dog size..packs..
they have the taste
for human flesh..
it is early days..

it is a secret
a scratch causes
death
within 24 hours..

it is herberts way
this is a real period piece
a simple style
we had a national health

system..last remnents
of a great empire..
a working class
rats..are..eating..people...

in amongst our order
be it puppy baby
school boy
mary..

they are slashing and
pulling cheeks away..
i do skip bits..where

is the wine..

astrix

charles bukowski..
Michael John Aug 2017
chopin, verily is dying
in the love of full moon
in sigh of summer breeze
a last glance into her eyes..

stranglers is a living
saturday night and *******
deep dark winter
a quiet cold brain..
Michael John May 15
clowns with fake bells
your name
what to tell
a game..

what a ******* hell
no particular aim
say well
the blame

lies well
lame
jester bell
love wains

hate swells
what a dame
he fell..
(fake dumb bells..)
Michael John Sep 2018
i

coming splintered across the
crossing they compared
telephones and i recalled
how we exchanged
our playing cards..

some were stills from the
b movies popular in the
day others potrayed the
sadistic and others were
popular football players..

i suspect not much has
changed
they made it safetly
across and
a pigeon shat quite near..

ii

i hope i will
die as quietly
as a mouse

all in my still
beady
eyes

my love til
the last thump
of my little

heart and
kind time
be

to sweet whim
wild and loving
as been

and to come
see
and still seeing..
Michael John Jan 2019
i



did you know lily
it is impossible to think
in english

logically
that is
difficult

but not
impossible-
eg

to be has 21
distinct meanings
and every one

false to fact..
(what ever
that means..)

answers on
a ciber
postcard..
Michael John Oct 2018
division is the topic
under discussion
one can never
(sic)

be greedy enough
discuss..
(babylon by bus*)
our heart a daisy

one to marvel at
on a busy highway
grown fat and pretty
through the tarmac..

nourished be our root
blue and wise the
firmament
the passing admire

our brief and filled
life of universal love
soon enough time up..!?
sway and dance..!


a great album by bob marley
Michael John Aug 2017
do you know why i write?
well it is not for you or anyone
else..(unless it is..)i write for myself
if,this act of selfishness or egoism
(or dreams..)

or a line to shine on your
beauty..to fill in our part..
to make me reel before
your splendid heart..no..

or is it a voice that turns
my stomach to water..no..
i write for me!you hear!
or maybe your  love so

bravely caught like a snow
flake on the first tongue..
i write for me..for me
or may be your eyes

that burn and will throw
great inspired reckless fear
into some white..
and be..!for ever!..no..
i write for me..
Michael John Aug 2017
so when in my dreams you rise with splendid phallus,
you say be my finest ***** just give yourself so..
i run my tongue along your shaft looking into
eyes that begging and mouths that moaning fast-us!

union lover..take all this loneliness and crush
my aching heart..with gentle ****** in teasing..oh,
now,push it through my ******* head do push it through..!
eradicate me and this lone shell this hushed curse..

outside in the little tree in the dawn castings
two blithe birds are the first of a new day idyll
there they stretching and yawn in the peace and grey hush..

because there will always be this here universe
because we will always love and be this here wild
because always through this here endless time that is..(amen)
Michael John Sep 2017
i have only just noticed
but today i am a different person
i wondered what happened
though it will be soon done..

i have tried to be someone else
every day
i don´t usually notice
until i listen to music!
or pray..

it do come a surprise
so,whom was i yesterday
who am i today
and who tomorrow..
Michael John Aug 2018
****,it is hot
is it hot ****,
hot ****,is it
it is hot ****..

not a question
a not question
question not a

doubt mind
mind doubt

out!
.

;
Michael John Sep 2018
five minute poem
it takes six to die
so this should be a cinch
already one has gone
so that is what we say
hold on
that is another
and **** happens
a third
i am my own winch
who else
who is else
yes, good question
when i am you
and the other
u my bro or sis
then,perhaps
light will
walk this blighted land
that may occur yet
anyway time presses which
is beyond words
which are rather a waste when you
think about it when
love stares us in the eye like some black
bird with it´s cheeky tail held high
anyway times up..
Michael John Dec 2018
iii

five minutes to go
do you wonder
what to do

do you ******
your neighbour
or find a better

view
or put your affairs
in order

tilt your hat
go what..
five minute

warning..?
kiss your cat
apologies

i did that..
and that
and that..

jeez
that was
fast..

tie your
lace
admire

your
face
say

your
prayers
mind

your
own
busi­ness

pass
the
bones

check
for worms
change

underpants
some days
five minutes

kiss the
way
back and
forth

i shall
return
burn


ask what is
the time
go blip..
Michael John Jan 2019
i


(foretell or predict
and issue edict..)
an eagles flight
a witch´s *****

a pigeon´ s eye
circle´ s wise
a lost sigh
by and by

bye and bye
my lovely..

ii

o dark wit
foul it
hate t
i

frogs left
nut
cut
rain blood

stir and high
a swine´ s cry
lord of flies..!
up dark wiles

raise and heft
from cold flame
come forth
grace of evil

thy will
be done
forever
and on..

iii

left and about
tight to reversed
death and birth
to up and earth..

before master
white appear
red here
near and

nearer..
great fire
from sand
to blood..

dust of bat
curse at
fear
hear..!?!

howling and
wild
o bile
comes sister

comes brother
call ruler
of
all..!
although on the white-ish discipline..it is fun to write some dark **** now and again..
Michael John Aug 2017
when i first picked up the guitar
i found i could play straight away..
something in am on the fifth...

the little girl next to me said.
i will be your girl friend!
(i thought,i was on to something

here.).and made it my life..
the time most lost or stray
the time of self destruction..

the time when wished dead
time of no time really..
i found i had forgot that...
thanks to gavin barnard for idea...!
Michael John Oct 2019
as regards free speech
a hoary old chess nut
why pick on chess nuts..?
you get my point..

perhaps better to remain
silent
live in a donkey hut
peace with in reach..!
thoughts generally inspired by a letter to nick cave on the red hand file from george who has some issues or was he just fishing ..bless..
Michael John Aug 2017
the friday before the whole fried
salt and desultory shake hand..
the news man intimated
words like latest and limited

exchange and we all will be informed
sold the last language..he cried..
there were our leaders grim face
there was the sky sea and land..

there,  the missiles casual arced..
the world quite another place..!
no more fish or dow index..
no more no next..

on friday last we stayed indoors
no more music at our behest
the dance so many deaths
waiting by the walls..

we avoided birds and eyes
and broke the silence with
a silence..
the flies caught in honey..

the world turned to see
all the toys lay
not much to be
not much at all..
Michael John Jul 2017
gentle
but
so
strong..

god
love
god love..

fertile
this cosmic
river

run
wide
ours

universal
sweet
our

lives
all
toget­her..!

happy
and
wild

god´s
love
us

burning souls!
god´s love
god´s..
Michael John Jul 2018
i

give me my lifes´
the day crowded bright
and the night sumptuous..

give me my pretty wife
where love at first sight
bind us..

give us two souls blithe
fused as light within light
sweet bounteous..

let us soar and dive
like content swallows might
time in lost happiness..

( and let trouble and strife
bind-us the more tight
like our first kiss..)

give then to two one life
white to white
whole as stars

as love unto death
might break apart
and ride the cosmos..


ii

the jonah by james herbert
a heist goes wrong and a colleage
is shot..

just another debacle for our hero
in a long list
that has him transferred to the

drug squad and east anglia..
to live in a caravan..
keep his eye on the locals

and drink strong beer..
ellie his partner
makes him eat

and they fall in love
though various tentions rise
due to his troubles..

some flash backs
a left baby in a toilet
sadistic stuff at the orphanage..

bullies and dodgy collars
his step father is strict
he is an ornothologist..

there are drug related incident
a dead vole
a us pilot bites the farm..

some little boy thinks he
can fly..
the water supply
some pilfering

some heavy knocks
some bad lies
some kitchen

small potatoes
but all part
of mr herbert´ s charm..

a huge storm
the spooky old mill
a wild trip..

and regression
bad men
bad men..

lot´ s of struggle
the raw products
towed in by trawler

assembled by the knights
torn
and a lost twin..

a monster in the flood
where others die
a maitre d..

a ***** salesman and
his girl in a caravan
the fishermen..

helicopters and
victory for
the forces of good..

and the jonah
gone and all
is light..

the end..
Michael John Aug 2018
i

gosh,look at the time
half past two
must dash
bird lime..
moon cane
how are you
purr
i´ m fine..
i´ m fine too
even so
sun frazzle
brain..
yes,
you love
you love
**..
then
gone
do
stone..
more paper
how life
has
changed..
how we
manage
bird lime..
blind
we are
the stars
dazzle
moon cane..
only yesterday
we did our sums
and today
we are the sum..
birdy
doest thou
dwell
on tomorrow..
moony
the sun
will
shine..
in our mind
will be
see
will..
hope
and
glory
scissors..
and joining
a great
hand
in your´ n..
god
bless
it takes
genius..
never taken
the eye
off
the ball..
for every
ladder
a fallen
snake..
things have
a way
of even
and out..
can i say a
colour
here
gray..
or rather
grey
is very pretty
bird lime..
moon cane
is that the
time..
gone three..
we never really
untitled
no
no named..
lol
cared
did nt worry
oh no..
stoics
burning flames
kind
and unawares..
or war
one penny
four blackjacks
and a blooming
sweet twilight
to boot
things were
different..
moon cane
seems so long
and yet
very brief..
know what you
mean
every word
a lost diamond..
a dew drop
in the early
morning
sunshine..
long as you
have
your health
blinding wisdom..
moon cane
bird lime
i mind my own..
do you..
and what do you
do all day long
flip,look at the time
drink wine..
lol
those were the days
think
says or said..
argued with everybody
easy a bell tolls
off stage
my life has been..
yes,a curious affair
there were so many
occassions
so many closed
cages
moon cane
and do you know
what saved us
apart from a
******* clad
don´ t
sixth sense..
go..
bird lime
stuck
along
then..
silence
is the
most
listen..

ii

we held our tongues
he was a screaming hushed
silent jungle
quieted throne
moon cane
all alone
never mind
the time
a diving hippo
crocs slip in
and birds
flap away
ever silently
baby
beware...
here is a
cross
some so
there lurks
light like air
then sweet cruelty
you hear that
less that nothing
lurking traps
the day quiet
why even the trees
beseech in prayer
still rapt
listen a sigh
the fear is held
like the rose
tween rot
in the silent
in the variance
move real slow now
and listen
we know
nothings glisten
do this waiting
what is to wait..
Michael John Nov 2019
go to a party with you friends
it´s  the details that will destroy
not some general mistake
like lead in the wine vats

like a crumb on your lips..

it is just those insignificant
when there is no mercy
two wires nearly fail
a rip that curls

the light on your hair..

it may all seem so
other world
but all of a sudden
some everlasting fall
brings me down

and your warm hand

it is so common place
so utterly bland
from brown to beige
and back to brown
small town

the fun in your eyes

i can´t be fussed
to cussed
go even to some
wilds party
change my socks

but you are my star dust
Michael John Mar 29
i

a)


got to keep writing
o note to self
i remember my life
sleeping sand hard

concrete worse..
now i have a dicky hip
no surprise
i should have worked harder

and paid rent but the more
i worked the more drunk
i got
and i worked hardest

when drunken..
(but insane..)
so i took refuge in
reading


b)


the written word
became god
there is sanity
in tolstoi

i roamed with anna
but more transfixed
by bbd as he played chess
things looked darker

but by the waves
life is grand
war and peace
s you ran off with

i hope you are well
and realize by now
the gravity
of your offence


c)

i had to forgive you
because you had recently
married and now was
on the run..

and her brothers were hot
on your trail
you see for every corner
and the loud door

i should explain that s was desparate
for liturature
so for a brother
i lent him

peace when i was coming to the
end of war
and he swore
so he married

they were drunk
he said the party was on
war and peace..!
he knew her a week..

they had his passport
they had shotguns..
we got very ******
sorry,about the book

good man yourself
what a party man
o s you just wanted
to get married..

what an effing party
in this old fisherman´s cafe
on the sea harbour
we laughed...
athens port side 86..
Michael John Mar 2018
i

hey..siesta..what a way
lily will slide and sway
slink over a randy black
widow spider..

to the dark gods a prayer
spinning a sweet hop on her back..
after reinacting death throes..
paint her toes..

she sings lotus eater blues
making my soul sore through
a little ditty with no tune
i say, i love her too..

ii

i read corso´ s
friends
for the first
time
in many
years..

there is so laughter
and tears
in his economy
and so wise..
every one in there..!

some of the lines
like old friends
some just so
fresh too
gregory corso..

iii

i had the legendary
penguin
what was the no..
gens berg
ferlengetti
corso..

iv
Michael John Jun 5
guilty me
mint tea
Michael John Nov 2018
guns as romantic
hand fill
if every time
before sabre..

then a rock
before we hid
today lily
pontificate not..

take us back to
the virginal earth
cooling..
brings back with a bump

too many guns..tooo many
if i had a purple cherry
for every gun shot on
television..

what a pathetic metaphor
still,to be fair
i killed a blackbird once
with an air gun..

and i have been plagued by
them ever since
so what happens if you ****
a man..

some are quiet ok
and others not
brilliant
and that illustrates

how different are we
lily..
i shot a song bird
this has scarred me

is it time for the caves
i would not
if on a saturday night
or  in the dark

open country
surely
well all be sorry
by first light..
thankyou to matter..
Michael John Oct 2018
haloween
we never celebrated
haloween
though day today
existing..

haloween
the monsters and
what
in the world..

or from a dark
middle
on the edge
haloween

not defect
show me your
rabbit..
a rat..

a boy in a mask
meets without
skull shining
haloween!

listening
trick a treat
with glowing
knowing
thin..

haloween
where there may
have been
there was none

it is
haloween
no real
feeling..

what given to
that singular
expression
empathy..

more of a crazed
rapture
what a saliva
dribbling

haloween
i do like tapping
he said..
and rabbits..

dracula
fire
marshmellows
no pumpkins

carved into
cackles
the walk
we never cared

for haloween
day off
no
business as

normal..
Michael John Sep 2018
here a sleight prayer to the gods of precipitation
for the garrulous little swallows in the agave
decorating like trifling bits of finery
whilst the sky waves and waves come crashing..

thanks be to the gun metal of gray
a cheery wave to the non existant horizon
hooray,for the cooled southerly breezes
while day cries our scorched and when

yesterday but the day before and now now..
the collection of sighed the changes so
say cool and the sweet perfumes..
the relieving rain rains down..

exclamation
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