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dear crow
dear crow-
honey lasts and love
so-if your brains have fallen
out your snout and how.

l
writing, can be free and loose
-can be a hangman´s noose-
lily picks her feet

on the breakfast table- i mean,
you do what you want?
i do what i want..

it is free verse it is a curse
for better or worse long and happy
brief and terse

introspect and calm
hate and self harm
a barren farm-

i mean the beauty
can be anarchy
or control

all told-or abstract-
ah!the postman!
she runs to see..

ii

letter from crow
what, i don´t know but
a poem-

lily, can you lend me
money-you know what they say-
no money no honey..
6d · 18
they
they say silence will win
i would n´t argue-
what a to-do..
6d · 27
they
they tell him to go
but he´s still here
though he won´t play his guitar..
6d · 41
they
they tell him to shut it
now,he´s silent-
can you believe it..?!
Jun 5 · 21
or
Michael John Jun 5
or
or youth
or power
eternal life or

an easy death
truth and honour
or perhaps a cruise..
Jun 5 · 38
given a choice
Michael John Jun 5
given a choice
what would you choose
brains or money-

(not that they are mutually
exclusive)- beauty..
or talent..?
Jun 5 · 43
i was
Michael John Jun 5
i was eating a chicken wing
this morning-(a strange thing
for a vegetarian..)

when awoken by a building
exploding..there the dawn light
a long sting..
Jun 2 · 107
i
Michael John Jun 2
i
i am chuffed that you will act with honour
and kindness and i will try to reciprocate..
so  we can be friends..
Jun 2 · 51
i
Michael John Jun 2
i
i am happy that you are not trying to cheat me
as i am not trying to cheat you
we can look each other in the eye..
Jun 2 · 53
i
Michael John Jun 2
i
i am glad you want nothing from me
as i want nothing from you..
we can be honest..
Jun 1 · 30
or
Michael John Jun 1
or
or how about i make my
own luck-
well,some one should consult

a dictionary-lily-is hung over
(sunday´s ****..)
happen chance..fortunate

born with a silver spoon
don´t care a f..
attitude-instinct

to the manner born
born into this
useless..

can´t think..
worthless
blow your horn

learn the blues
carefree
listen the breeze

will tell..
what to say..
careworn?

good luck
why was i born?
big bucks..

hold out!
don´t give in
no future?

love is pure
music or god
dawn..
May 31 · 29
next time
Michael John May 31
next time i will
say-you get what you deserve..
what is that..

how do i know
what have you done
life has a strange way

of paying us back..
one plus one is one
what you say

we answer not to a god
but to ourselves..
fool  my self-see

how i get on..
you carry a heavy load
so do i..

be honest i dare us
i was and am lucky
so f you..
May 31 · 48
Untitled
Michael John May 31
when another says they don´t
believe in luck
when you say good luck

i mean what the f
are we about to dance
a life long romance

we might die..or,
goodbye and mmm
what else..
someone suggested a poem about luck..
May 31 · 129
Untitled
Michael John May 31
we met at ikea and return
every year-we lie on the same bed
and hold hands..
May 30 · 21
Untitled
Michael John May 30
some ave trange ideas
in ikea
dissapearence and ******..
May 30 · 20
Untitled
Michael John May 30
they came 2000 miles to
be here but they were not welcome
a problem-what do they want..

but now the crops will rot and
the hospitals closing and other stuff
of which i am ignorant..

what do they want though-well
they want a home and security
to be treated like a human being
same as you and me..
May 30 · 19
Untitled
Michael John May 30
some will walk 2000 miles
to stand in your way
and say,what..?
May 29 · 30
should i die in ikea
Michael John May 29
should i die in ikea
gods of sensible furniture
take my soul there-
via cardboard and turn-key

to heaven of instruction, see
the  quiddity..
holder of temper, pray
an eternity of grey..
May 28 · 33
if
Michael John May 28
if
if i never go to ikea
then i will die happier..
May 28 · 27
i
Michael John May 28
i
i spoke with some people
i once knew
it was good to do..

we did nt speak then
and had not much to say
but it was nice to hear them..

surprised we had survived..
there was some fear too
what the future will hold..
Michael John May 27
he said, i no longer bother
don´t see the point to her
blah-blah-blah

silence lasts for-ever
now,she is no other
and no ha-ha-ha..
Michael John May 27
the poet is a serial killer
the holes in her
a stars mirror..

leafs sway her hair
left to wonder-she said
i don´t care..
Michael John May 27
the poet is the serial killer
asked why just one to many times
sustenence for a drink

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

some polyfiller
some lost rhyme
an unsubstantiated kink..
May 27 · 39
i
Michael John May 27
i
i like to be free
she says three
is marvelous

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

the fish..
May 27 · 46
i
Michael John May 27
i
i like to be free,
says lily
and dances what she means

like the tears of a clown
when there is no one
full of beans..
May 27 · 118
i
Michael John May 27
i
i like to be free, says lily
my self is mine own
completely and though others

are fine-the sun and moon
so-it is to me, is my first loyalty
o little sisters and brothers..
May 26 · 26
and when you say
Michael John May 26
and when you say
what are you doing here
i say,hot women and cold beer..

no,what are you doing here
bijou tear..
bloated ghostly alien..
May 26 · 33
and they
Michael John May 26
and they accuse me of naivete
lily wonders-i will not hate
she says..

my heart is my f own!
this small blue marble my home
my difference is mine..
May 26 · 17
who
Michael John May 26
who
who do i think i am
a sad alien or something..
my opinion..means nothing..

but just like you i am
alone on this little blue marble
hoping for the best..
May 26 · 34
the marble has gone..
Michael John May 26
the marble has gone and
alone-who wants to be alone?
we will believe anything
rather than, alone..

there may be 7 billion..
there may be alien..
there maybe spanish afternoon
television..but alone..
May 25 · 31
you know where it is,
Michael John May 25
you know where it is,
some strange foible
between f9 and f10
(whatever they are..)

o my heart it is!
endless circle..
what does it portend
some fallen star..?

the future it is
the most fearful
it is the unknown
yellow with blue arc..
May 25 · 37
this marble is supreme
Michael John May 25
this marble is supreme
distraction
there is no light or
anything  but some hue
we call blue..and a background of
***** yellow-i see we have no future
i don´t care..
May 25 · 34
there is this morning
Michael John May 25
there is this morning,
a marble upon the keyboard,
i observed with horror,
a yellow one-with an arc of
blue-what is it doing there?
frozen and paranoid,
getting old-in the playground
there was only joy-care
was a future..
Michael John May 24
at this rate i thought
i might be of interest perhaps
not to others but to my self

a lost elf..a creel and a rod
not much but the less you want
the happier you are..?
Michael John May 24
i figured i was being ripped off
first by low wages and secondly
by high prices-a lost elf..

not much to be done about
that..but i tried to educate myself
for all that
see thinking is free..
May 23 · 461
you want to be paid
Michael John May 23
you want to be paid
for your work
and i want to be paid
for mine

you will not be cheated
and i will not be cheated
simple is nt it..

and yet in these silly lines
there is so much..
war and hate
hate and war etc..
May 22 · 123
i
Michael John May 22
i
i had a searching dream
this morning-it is usually
my guitar but this one was
my car or van to be particular..

what does it mean any oneirologists
out there,in searching i find many
but not mine..it is not desparate more tiresome..
there is so much to dream about..
May 21 · 40
dear crow
Michael John May 21
dear crow

a sad alien does´nt bare
thinking on
(they´ve been watching us on
spanish afternoon television..)
surely, they are not real
how would they be..

swollen and ghostly
to feel nothing
no see-no line or something
bijou tears and no gravity
with little spaced hankie
no love to take off..

post card from a blue alien:
arrived by the stone
some sort of gathering

we blended in-everyone
was friendly..tried e..
there was poetry

the sun rose and there
was splendour so
young and old..

met a black crow
he said hello..
missin home o..a..
sad alien swollen and ghostly..
May 20 · 46
dear lily
Michael John May 20
dear lily

i am not one for history
and as my father said
on an almost daily basis
you can prove anything with

statistics..but when i read that
50 percent of young people would
be happier without the internet
what does that infer..?

were we better off with a circle
of stones,then, with all this technology..
i,mean,imagine the peace and quiet..

i would miss youtube though
swings AND ROUNDABOUTS
if aliens were to come..
would they be sad too..?

crow..
May 19 · 24
dear crow
Michael John May 19
dear crow

what is arrogance surpassed?
minion,my opinion..
we will gather around the stone..

cry or laugh
what i think-you don´ t
have to pay..

it is free-where space man landed
to the gods of fertility we
sacrificed..

i will read and reject the oligarchy
once more free-high on this world
happy the feather..

  yours til the end-lily..
May 19 · 48
thin the line
Michael John May 19
thin the line
i look down at you
looking up..

it can all go very wrong
i mean to die
and you are mean...

you bet regret
bury your head
your last thought..
May 17 · 24
you
Michael John May 17
you
you are arrogance surpassed
but i like you for that..
yes you are alright
david in full flight
the hash in my pipe
the view of the arc
caught you in the park-not too
bad..
sad little bird
a lost diamond..rich and poor
your jackdaw-caw..
May 16 · 26
hello crow!
Michael John May 16
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..
May 15 · 36
hey lily...!
Michael John May 15
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..
May 15 · 33
if it were to me
Michael John May 15
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..
May 14 · 36
to write is to live
Michael John May 14
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..
May 14 · 44
to write is dull
Michael John May 14
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..
May 14 · 38
to write is to listen
Michael John May 14
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..
May 11 · 49
i
Michael John May 11
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..
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