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Michael John Jul 2023
some remain blocked
for years
they try everything
(fear lies at the very
rooty-toot..)
nothing to loose
-it has all been left behind
doubt ***** like starving
succubi-money,
but they have
achieved..

some push on through
mediocre and even las vegas
dessert islands
and a couch-
zen to love even..
but the relieved-

death on the horizon
was it all a dream?
within the green
room
the great line
reaches out beseeching..
Michael John Aug 2021
something is amiss
the silence of a
fish
a hushed drum
solo
in my mind o!

in elastic tension
of my head
quiet
something wrong
will  occur
bing-****!

ah no!
what is that
silent
raged forward
is it dying
is it stone
is it
my brain-

my hand
it is god
like light
take that!
(tiny
pain
quietude..)

hey dude
hows that
acid
i dunno
i just dropped
it
about
around..yeah..
Michael John Jul 8
some things are irreversible
(like underwear)
there is one way

and what is done is done..
ah,if it were so simple
live for the day!


o we don´t care
what of the future
and babble-babble..
Michael John Sep 10
i

sometimes it is hard to do
the right thing
(everything is wrong)-

too much-not enough
hate and love
who cares

sins of inclussion
and omission
almost the same

purity
obscurity
obtuse

specific-
say what you mean
mean what you say-

silent why
too quiet
too loud

shrinking violet
too proud
prone

get up
hate or love
too fat

too thin
we like you
we don´t like you

do this
no,do this
no-do that

not that..
god!
devil!

mad!
too good
too bad..


ii

yes,she says, i lived
by denial-like
beauty

when i was young
i would breakfast by
the nile

it was beautiful
i was very ill-
hepititis

yellow as their beautiful
lemons
amid the greens

felucaas and croissant
i smoked strong hash
and stayed awake

through the night
the athan,so beautiful
i would not sleep..
Michael John Sep 2021
sometimes an opening
is only recognisable
years later
when destitution
and loss enable
we go..oh yeah..
times and time
pass us all
say i loved her..
Michael John Sep 2021
sometimes an opening
may come and then
sometimes it won´t-

yesterday a rare dawn
cold inspiration
an endless font

todays  blank
sunset honed down
to can´t

think and who
cares anyhow
on the whole

i´d rather be a
cow
or a whale

than a poet..
Michael John Sep 2018
sometimes i like to write
in a hurried spontaneous
fashion without punctuation
or second thought which is fine
as as one grows longer in the olden
wolf tooth spontaneous acts becoming
rather short and might limit themselves in
the ******* supermarkets or something
but these poems if indeed that is what then
might be called last for quite a short time
this illuminates certain aspects and darkens
the other things sometimes i am amazed when
they make any sense at all but to be always considering
pontificating overthinking in every ******* excuse my
french is worse then dying and as the people on the cathode
ray say or the man in his office says just doing it oh lord so
let the first things be first of course this may end in prison
or hospital or the like but there are those and i salute and drink
the finest red to their brave and adventures health warning..music
break..
Michael John Jan 2022
sometimes i poach
or encroach-

love is a brooch
a pin stoat on
a burning coat-
a forgotten foot
note of
a suicidal load
hard to hold
on so much
too hard to
carry on too
two to one
just none
love gone
never to return
again and again..
Michael John Feb 2023
some wild cat is oz
over an effing rainbow
or what

a black bauble
voice of an angel
never bought

soul that was
ancient so
devil sought..
Michael John Jun 2020
i)

song has gone
for ever
(but not for good)
something

severed-
a head held
(with out-cost)..
the barbarian

is at the gate
and he asks
why?
and we answer

we don´t know
but someone
shall pay..

ii)

freedom
sing
we
e!

in our heart
is eternal
melody
come!?

wild things
in wacky
times
and

syncopation
if need be
join hands
dance

and dance
dance
o
.!
Michael John Mar 25
(hey well a
onomatopoeia....)
a poem of soup
a soup of poem
if only
only if
salt and p
pepper and s
bread so crunchy
crunchy bread
hot and spicy
thick and red
thick or thin
in my belly
on me chin
down  and down...
so-so
soup for you!
soup for me!
(enough said..)
Michael John Mar 27
i)

nothing beats kindness
one for gravy stones
all alone


lily smiles,
i thought i might go
through the vowels

but hunger and without
got me..
sometimes

i imagine a world without
hunger
(and what food has become)

ii

once only the rich were fat
a hobby or passion
we eat gold

and try to thin..
the price of an onion
tears are sold

the price a cocked
hat
nothing remains

instead of roundabouts
we might eat
but not

(they might go round
twice
etc..)

and the numbers climb
i heard talk of
trillionaires

they said nothing
remains
what price

a bowl of soup?
i can make one
for one euro..
Michael John Mar 28
i

i have been making
pots of soup for forty years
now (and still not bored)

they are like writing
(each differs)
poetry-every word..

time is ticking
salt like tears
and the pepper o lord..

ii

all the signs in-
and questioned ear
a bubbling sword

o the wine!
vegetables to fear
green and red..

iii

primeordial
dragons
loup-the-loup..

the sun whirls..
reflections
in my soup..

iv

it did become a trifle
formulaic
(to tell the truth)

but with a spliff
and a song to sing
time renews..

v

order can not be ignored
(you just can not begin
at the end..)

acceptance and love
(and try not to cut
your finger off..)

vi

and then they will ask-
what it is
and you won´t know and

they will say
what is in it
and you can´t recall..

(they may seem ungratful)
but it is substantial
bellies full..

vii

more the merrier
(some one gets your plaster..)
soup is never dull..

o under the stars
gets better
long ago then..
Michael John Mar 2018
in the spring
and agave falling
with rain coming in..

my heart a mad thing
light a caste stone
all blue and
emerald green!

i remember the springs
lord in crete
in crete..

ii

when i was young
and awed by nearly
everything
the blasted beat..
my brain a fried egg..

i looked in the mirror
and stared
who the **** was that there..

the blasted heat
the autumn sun
and wind
and i was a beach
***..

in my winter hut
the day a paper´s cut
away fom a soft
blinding night..

iii

when i was young..

iv

small bamboo constructions
right bang next to the surf..
with some red wine..

thus illiminating
the rent man..
stars and the moon..

and phospherous..
i had my guitar
and sang a song..

v

when i was young..

vi
in crete
in spring
is breath taken

from sweet gods
lip..
ambrosia broken..

a flailed heart trip
the blossems and a load
of pure beauty..

in crete
in spring
i found me..

i observed others
do like wise..
they shon and carried on..

in spring
when i was young
played backgammon

and drank cognac
no problem
no problem...






vi

to sail the clipper
the crow´s nest quiver
s in the grey brine

gulls dip their
soaring smiles
lost in mine..

love in horizons
lost in prayer
late too shiver

eyes of god in
bathes my soul
one great river..!

v
ne
Michael John Apr 2018
i


lily,
i am adventurere see
on some great clipper sea
but no pressed, no not me,
but to find courage and honesty!

i love robert louis
conrads style
i want to be..
gauguin..free,
in a mad spree..
a pearl in your teeth..
beauty...!

they see land
the tree..
rites of passage
and stars,
lily..
and god..
old by forty
and some forsaken past
and riddin stories..
to driven quite mad..

there s one about me..

or i tell this one anyway..

when i was chased by the hotel
manager by moon light and
gun point..

treat us like *****..
stay in that *******
fire hazard..
i held her back..
she threw stuff at him
***** got his gun..
it was fun..

ii

so we curled up
on a park bench
and watched the stars..

iii

she said
lily
it was filthy
and bunched a pillow
case
that slammed the distance
and surprised his face..
the other followed this..
he could not move as
he was too ******..
the sheet was a full sail
beauty that shot past..
and engulfed him
and stood a ghost..
i thought this might end
badly..so what seemed an eternity
followed while he fought his way
out and an expression to be..
golly..i thought,you should live
with her..
he ran off for his gun..

iv

he was only to show
room..
how did it go so
wrong..

v

so he runs back in
what a nice day it
had been..

we had a royal
harbour do..
cognac like mothers milk..

shame to die..with his gun..
there involved some ****** struggle
i noted myself in the middle
i should stay in this hole..
we giggled..
ah mercy..

and the long and winding descent
backward we went
our hotel manager wants us dead
i wouldnt haunt this bet..
lily you witch!
i am innocent..
and out..
down and out..
and no room..

but the warm night
and the bright orbs
our real friends..

we cried down the stairs
to our muse
our true friends
be ours..and ***
else..down and i
our true alleigence..

he waved his gun at us
he showed us eternity
we went
rather live in any tent..
then wave that infernal pistol
at us..**** your tip buddy..
and we choreographed..
while she charged..
on our park bench
we laughed
down ..

vi

you were only to show
a room..
that is not so much

i guess you were a ghost
it was a memorable stay
we had a nice day

a cognac in every bar
sun,poor day to die
dead in some hovel..

because of some why
down some night most
lily
what say..

a long winded
Michael John Sep 2023
i

still no idea,
nope,death just
round the corner..

ii

****,i mean,
what was the point?
shed some tears

iii

deranged laughter..
the dark-some light
badinage..

iv

no cohesive strategy!?
but keep quiet
small change..
Michael John Apr 9
ii

you´re not very tolerant
lily..
the devil got in..

through a panel..
i thought i was going up
but was stationary!?

(well it happens..)
a child with teddy
in hand..

something went
wrong-lights went out
and hysterics ensued

there stood a strange
man
reciting strange words

a man called stu
it was called
so i hid..
Michael John Apr 9
iii

a song
seventies kitsch
how long..

one of them
made us wonder
why

not when-
thousands of years
of civilization

three minutes to
eternity
the same name

as the clown-
god or the devil
up and down..
Michael John Apr 9
stuck in a lift
with stu
what to say!

a title..
lily ***** her pencil
he recites his poem-

a poem within
a poem within
a poem..

love within love
within..
within a lift..

you think-think
can it get any worse
and the lights go out..
Michael John Jul 2023
suicide?
it is my body
and my mind

-they would quite
happily
send me away

to die
in some pointless
war

so why should i
bother
love sister/brother..
Michael John Apr 2018
i


more fusion of memory
reality and lost sadness
zzzz goes lily
well i cant like some see

to some apolyptic madness
this **** loves this moment
like debussys clare la lune
and chopin..

lily hits on the wine like
great kindness
elongates her blooming
spine..

man can start again..
women will have less pain
we might have learned something
she smiles you known..

all the answers..everything in us
the wine is..
wine was my downfall tst..
she blows a sweet kiss..

it gave me super powers
i was the intro to rachmaninhoff
piano concerto..
but i never thought of everything..

going kaput..

ii

somehow i was warm
not so alone
thirties are
tricky
one
with wine
the romans knew
a thing or two
but never went kaput..
in wine
there is idyl..
and wild
stamping hats
there is all the myths
not forgetting vertis
give me a tall beaker
of red and a brand fire
and the sky of all those poxy stars..
lily,i can´t concieve of nothing
we will not destroy us..

ii
Michael John Jul 2017
They spy on me
and yet call me a spy..
lily has her head set-
why..knowledge it
is power..she give´s
a small rat like smile..
first, i become famous
and then write  poems..

Dressed in delicate sin
and cool sweet sweat
she cavorts before open
breeze and muses love
and world *******..
happy and a naked sun..
baubles and blind pearl
the swallows watching
their blister fly above..
she laughs and cries
the bright night unfurl
and the sun down..
Michael John Oct 9
superstition fission
(costs a billion)
per se-

instinct, a rinky-****,
a line so drawn
sand in the ****-

makes you think-
make me think-
but not too much..


ii

what does that mean
lily
the fantasy of logic..

the difference 'tween
fancied genre
fashion..

iii

what we are told
what we believe
what we feel
what we are sold..

new is old
and so forth
the world is flat
and that is that..

iv

i detect  discontent-
(they have asked her to open
a supermarket..)

take some acid-
moon in june-
you will be fine..

read a poem..
some poetry-
it will be fun

you see
i need the money
we need the money..
Michael John Oct 2023
i

sure, paul does nt want to
hear about your aunt mable,lily..
sometmes, she comes
unbidden into my memory

like a dribble of red wine
or crash of a tome-
entitled trivial times-
o ***!

she would say..as her poison
trickled and spun
laughing at fried eggs
what pain..

they will hang you
she liked to say
i wondered why
a sad refrain..

ii

paul says:
it is in the stars
(not very scientific)
and the poetry of

numbers..
it is your face
riches are many
all things come to

pass-sadness and love
kindness and forbearance
your past and destiny
one..

iii

lily wobbles to the stereo
she wants to dance she
paul dirac shakes a
leg..!
Michael John Mar 2022
take time to make time
time to make time take
to time time take make
make to take time time
time time time time

time-repeated as a
child
hung from a
mountain
wild sea..

somewhere in the
lonely middle
the eternal
doldrums
within earshot
of fall
a pack horse
to the stars..
Michael John Jul 2017
when i hurt or
was down
i like millions
the same
no doubt
found
release and
comfort
in your
lovely songs..

why
i dunno
but
with love
i would
like you
to know..
Michael John Aug 2017
what an interest of the recent time this time in a way in one way let me see..
there are times i see ah there are those times..


when i curl up and dive in i saw long red i saw your lost and lonely
eyes wide and a blue sea..
power with the naked familiar aligned..

so it came and was a life..in that quiet understanding..the birds after
sang so sweetly..
this that and must be done..

the gob held on and from my chin..11.20..
before day..
my heart and soul resigned..

i thought i must do and i thought this must be..
i must dance in fast and push my dirk under
the rib cage ****** upwardly..

sit back and pray to sun and moon..
watch a tremble good and evil..
nurture justice like a fine wine..

i thanked the purest tune..
the gentle life breeze
blew and past time..

i turned my face from
my captive
and ****** like a succubus..

(they stick there black gums
to her ripe plums..
there a future prophesy..)
Michael John Sep 2021
thank you
little serrated line
endless
a worried mind

stretching away
to less
howl some law
of diminished

return -
back and again
round and round
dying and awakening..
Michael John Dec 2023
that is the end of this reading
if you would like your copy signed?
remember, a closed chip chop
is only in the mind-

hey-"to monkey,
if you want to be
no-one is stopping you-
regards-lily..
Michael John Jun 30
i)

that is a supermarket
where we gather our sustenace
-a magical emporium of mirrors and
music-surveillance..

for we have many laws
both legal and moral-
thou shalt not steal!
bleep?

ii)

our technology is theft
and will bring an end
and there are those who say
about time-

we shall return to fire
we have paid our debt
lord..
that, is a fast food outlet..

iii)

but there are those who enjoy
the convenience
and running after wildebeest
not for them-

that building is the town hall
choices and democracy
peas or beans
to you and me-bleep..

iv

that´s a pub and there is
a hospital
there, the police station
a symbiotic call-

alcohol....!bleep?
one cheap narcotic readily
available and socially
acceptable-

causing mild euphoria
to depression and sometimes
violent behaviour-addiction
common place..

v

bleep!
frightening?
where-as marijuana
giving peace and well-being

possessing health-benefits
mental and physical is hunted
down like double parking on a
bank-holiday..bleep?

why?
mostly tax reasons.
bleep-tax..
ignorance-

vi

we would burn old ladies
that distribute herbs
bleep-words-power and money
and ***..bleep?

-the way we procreate
each culture has it´s take-
we were taught that the
children of god, adam and eve

in the garden of earthly delight
were innocent but not to eat of the
forbidden fruit-(reputably an apple
but subsequent speculation cast doubt-

more likely a fig or cherry moyet
in keeping with the climate)
but a serpent-(vilified ever since-)
tempted her- eve took a bite-(being a woman

when told not to do something..)
(and vilified ever since-)
and so they were cast out-
into this world of sin..

bleep?we were children-
(but the apples reputation
remains intact-)
we turned out odd..bleep..


each culture has it´s belief and
art-that is the museum-
they sell the best chips in town, there-
i had a war once over vinegar

bleep?no,you would n´t believe
it.. we will fight over anything..
which end of an egg to open
football or music..

vii

bleep?-why-
mostly bored-bleep?
-wearied by dulness or
sameness-

our system demands it-
it outwardley promotes individual
spirit but we are alike-if not
then it would n´t function..

(if someone is different then they
better have good reason..)
we spurn this similarity-
duality-

cultures that are similar
often war..
but if we did n´t demand
greasy hamburgers

made from noses and spleen
where would we be?..bleep..?
so,what about personnel anarchy..?
bleep..

viii

here, we have war between
the socialist-liberal and capitalism
individual-we will fight over anything..
we are warrior..

our brains create serotonin
that crush bone and  worry
later..we shake hand and give
a little kiss and make heart shapes

and grin inanely-
but for some reason we hate each
other-don´t know why..
bllep..yes,bllep..

ix

now, that is a bank-bleep..
you have to go?
ah,you are looking
for intelligent life form-

try the moon-bleep
up their symbol of
love and darkness
diana noble hunter..
Michael John Sep 2020
that is true
harry*
we know
nothing

he would
have
liked
sham

jimmy sang
hurry up
were

going
down
the
pub..
*aristotle said we know nothing..sham 69..
Michael John Apr 2023
i)


thats the thing about
poetry-
a broken world is
a broken heart
not much to be
done

a touch pessimistic
lily but
civilizations come and
go-nothing new
under the
sun-

ah,the moon!
see the moon,
off again to the
moon!
(i said to bob)
alone,
alone-

ii)

three in a line
god knows
pretty stones
thrown majestic-
lily,that is
the thing about
poetry..
the
Michael John Oct 2023
the
the odds against us being alone
are astronomical of course-
do you know how many americans

have been abducted by aliens
and anally probed-
more than ten..

lily-!
they are not so interested
in our minds-

probably picking up spanish
tv on their thing-me-bobbles
-do you like big brother,paul?

what is that?
a tv show loosely based
on a theme from orwells

1984-surveillance-
they take 20 loosely based
humans put them in

a surreal setting and
watch them-the lesson
is 2 plus 2 will equal

anything..cameras will
be our undoing
the man was

right all along
soulless we shall
count long..
Michael John Sep 2021
the 401 train goes
early and i am old
some same shows
the sun is cold

(but the bird that is
not
sings
hot)

it sings-what
am i doing here!
a different lot
some more

some less
it is thursday
watering flowers
writing and tea..
Michael John Oct 2019
the ******* rain is falling
after a summer in pain
i see your face cracking
and out plops your brain..

i scream a happy warning
i am color blind
oo what a winter coming
i will be kind..
Michael John Oct 2019
the ******* rain is falling
like the gods are *******
i was good at dancing..

ask anyone
some took exception
but when one is young..

sort of a fred astaire
dee dee
on lsd

sometimes i was lost
and hid in the toilet
sometimes the moon

on the sea
the scented breeze
i thought god loves me

must be
why doubt
i felt the moment

and understood it´s
cost
soon be gone

choice was paltry
stars are falling
because

stars were born
there was strange days
but not strange

as these
so before
and after

before it lapses
into
meaningless twaddle

and perhaps
forget
everything

**** my pants
shriek
and wail

beauty is still
beauty is true
beauty is me

beauty is you
beauty is
beauty..
Michael John Sep 2017
the bay leaf of my heart is yours
to make the pasta there
underneath burnt onions
care..

lay your china bare!
sit back and straight..
give of your love
tomato to the tooth..!

forget..
forget
the knife
and a la carte..
while cooking in the kitchen things began to go wrong..and i was multi-tasking when the first line came into my head..my love permeates her..and given chance, touch the tender pasta of emotions that have been hidden by the burnt onions..that are hurtful experiences..
  so a fresh start!there is nothing as naked as an empty plate..and of course,fragility and fine- close connotations..so assume the position and give..tomato to the tooth-fruit of love and while looking up the spelling of al dente i came across the literal  translation-to the tooth or fill up!(her heart)...
forget the past forget..cut the old pain away and the everyday and together we shall make a new start..mj..
Michael John Jul 2017
for some
this
moment
four
round
sphere
hit
one...

(i
have
the
t-shirt..)

then
hurt
or me..

slinky..
a
space
hopper..!

love
magical
voice
and
the birds..!!
Michael John Mar 2021
the birds in the trees
the flowers and the bees
but you don´t get much
for nothing..

a monkey and his fleas
the pod with it´s peas
but you don´t..etc

the mrs on her knees
the neighbours shouting,please,
but..

salt from the seas
all we see
really..but..

the crap on tv
and
the crap on tv
but..

the birth of you and me!
and blessed eternity..!!
but you don´t get much
for nothing..
a spontaneous ditty while preparing the daily egg..
Michael John Jun 29
the bird´s nest
we sent off into space
some time recent or

some demented caress..
and they wrote back-
dear lily,

we have the cosmos
of munificent beauty
we have eternal bliss

like a first kiss..
more tenticles
then you can shake

a stick at-but we have
nothing like this-pride
of place over

the mantle piece-
much thanks-see
you soon..

ii

i´ll have to show them
around i suppose
she is blase

meet and greet
i hope they don´t expect
too much..(look at the high street..)
Michael John Oct 2021
the blackbird in the agave
watching me
it´s beady eyes
say free-!

here a secret!?
all i got to
do is to find
some key

to unlock me-
he sticks his proud
tail high
two wings

fold like love
inside
and his happy sigh
goes high..!
Michael John Sep 16
the clowns wandered not far
the earth-centrifugal-
the people came as one
with the lion and camel-

one smelled rather foul
the other a star-
said, better in a cage then
the jungle..

ii

to understand the babble
first -quiet
he said,the great peace
in your heart..

look in the rubble
amid the white-
freedom is hell
time´s sweet blight

iii

i said thankyou lion,
the many colours..
the camel farted-
i set off for south..

reality-that *****
of a chessnut!
came back sorted-
a rainbow and sepia..

iv
back to the underground
and my guitar
i swung an axe
for a tinker

and then they left
all together
the applause and
myself bereft..
Michael John May 23
the doorbell
to hell-
in inspiration´s dell-

did you know lily
the sole of the foot
corresponds to each

major *****?
and plenty in-between..
lost in a dream she says-

ii

there is so much we
don´t know
or understand

in the amazon is a cure
for everything
and what is in our

minds-don´t say
heaven and hell-
hells doorbell..!

iii

but we have to sell
have to-
to have or to have

not-that is the crux
that is what divides
us..

i notice she
has smoke and
the space..

with out a trace
and heat..
through slit..
Michael John Jul 2021
the error is not
the computer
reflecting in spec-
tacles and a half
bitten  but like
the elder in proverb
this topsy turvy
always world..
Michael John Feb 2022
i)

the first time
reflection is not to be
denied
¨but upon reflection
i changed my
mind¨

with lsd
i saw for the first
time:
dawn was everything
we dream-

i rejoiced!
birth and death
the same!
for once
certain!
twice..
refrained..

ii)

in the brain
in the brain
is everything

take time
look around
look around

throw dynamite
and run like
billy-o--billy o..
Michael John Aug 2017
the first time she smiled (at me)
i fell in love..wild..!?

i moved in (with her)
the cool dark ´50´s furniture..

we had six or seven cats (same litter)..
toby,irwin,walter,buster,sue,cindy,lester..

we hid from the gardener..!
watched operation triumpho (on tv)

dusty autumn gave way to winter.
and listened to maurice (on the radio)...

on sunday the choir practised below..
what did the future do..

well it played too some how..
everything being old and new..

the ambulance lounged outside..
along the coast was the cabo des gato..

we went there and rather foolishly
camped in a dry river bed..(flash flood)..

but here to tell the tale..the fire and
peaceful starry nights..(and love)...

and today seventeen years and no
on but still here this very moment..(rose bud)..

still here but another part of town
all water that..all rock..air would..
Michael John May 2021
the flower
near the mind
collected
by the hour

purple and
lilac so
colors
destined like

love our
bee
be
b
meant to

our hairy
little hearts
forever!
how ever!?
of sight

out-
me darling
never!
me
raison d´etre..
Michael John Jul 2020
i

the flowers are no more..
(now only desolate straw)
but their love-like spores
leave our old hearts raw

off and away to far shores..
how the past leaves sore'd
the purple and yellow ore
amid god green to the fore

like my lovers hum after  
******
or
the sweet swallows..

ii

still alive
i love my wife
times i hate her
like wild flowers


a hammer and a wall
screaming neibos..
or the hawk in an
agave

freak so
give me
regard
my beauty

so i play an old
aire
love
me god!

(and i think
he is mine
but of course
i am his)

iii

i smoke one little
joint
i am ****** all day
good news kids..


iv

can´t spell
like some infinite
circle

forget that bag
i read great novels
in rapture

to find an answer
russians in
human nature

i recall walter
i remember t
he played

my guitar
hour after hour
and a guru

they hung
by his
shoulder

he had some
vision
he changes his

cigar holder
i wait for dinner
early mop heads

that blue
grass
my recluse

neighbo
he would
like to ask me

about the carpenters
as an intro
they let

you help
he had influence
there was hotels

long before
i barely remember
oh,mr postman..

v

soon it was then
to a turn
i wait when

like deserted
post
love loss

i watched
the cost
burn

my heart
to
toast

i scrape
and
cursed

but like
sand
start

to fail
salt to a snail
bad to worse

i try
nowhere
to eye-

elbow
dan dare
no more

bill and ben
flee here
is mr

gardener
a wild flower
little ****

broken
heart
and reality..
Michael John Jan 2021
i


the flowers below
my window
lance me heart
so!

purple, reds,
and yellow-
into bleeding
parts

oh..
and sooth
my feverish
brow

with their
love
and how
like a wish

like a dream
of youth
anew!
the flowers

below my window

ii

stroke at hours
and months
and days

through
eon
s

black
and white
gone

cheer my
soul
make

this life
cheerful
the sun

the swallows
like a dream
so young..

iii

they feel
i feel
cacti

behind
and above
the blue

sea
sky
a tiny

lizard
scampers
for cover..

iii)

with a dandelion
at his throat..
a lonely

wizard
a heat
chilled

a lost word
this world
beat

you
me
wanders

cut
only
silence

hears
up the
tread

to the all
diminishing
portals

a butterfly
or fired
eye

a bright bead
from his
sleeve

like glass
looked
by

he see!
wild bird!
he see!!

by
and on
purred

ahead
what is
coming

o lord
the room
red

on the alter
bright
the heart

of man
a wave of
his gnarly

hand
a little laugh
for hell

and loved
a dagger
to be

held up
cry the
whole

world
poised
and

glints
dead
red

the old
way
whispers

back
stayed
faith

love
and belief
children

whispers
he
a universe

of one
reason
listen

to our
godhead-
pantheism

the wizard
rainbow hard
drew from

some heavenly
auroras
sweet dawn

of unite
an adoring light
the ring of

we
glory
glory

iv
Michael John May 2021
the flowers near-
by
(but out of sight)
a magical

day
is all
purple **
and lilac too!

bee
be
b
settle anew..

anything doing?
are we due
so accrues
understanding..

(not on our
hairy little
legs how
ever!)

for ever..
me darling
me
raison d´etre..
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