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Michael John Feb 21
shostakovitch had an itch
a sliver of shrapnel in his brain
left over from world war one

it was his wish
that it should remain
it was his inspiration

we are all exiles of our past
said he and his waltz no.2?!
what a lovely refrain..!
Michael John Feb 20
a bird warning
they settled around his feet
and went tweet-
his eyes rolled
and the saliva dripped-
then he knew-
the messengers from the gods
his eye crept skies
and soon a digit would be ******..
Michael John Feb 20
this morning of les oeuf
i read of epilepsy..oof..
those temperol lobes..!

but moved swiftly on
to a saraband by
sl weiss

in the 13th bar of
le seconde deuxieme
is the f natural or sharp..

how i agonise..my copy
is a photo and worn with
memory and love..
Michael John Feb 19
wells believed when we
had enough then it was
apparent-the door in the wall..

i mean,death as a reality-
ontology-part of metaphysics,
apparently..
Michael John Feb 19
yes,spring was always
hard for me
the winter was no picnic
neither
the summer was dull
and autumn ******..

that is a convoluted title
her latest water colour
in three colours
put it on the fridge..
Michael John Feb 19
i
i

what i like
is yesterday
or today is a level sea
see,i am as good
as you-in theory..
the white and the black..
unless of course and
i laugh at my fancy
proviso-you are better
then me-hey,i will not
look back but roll like a
calf in clover, that is
this moment..

ii

the door in the wall and
ontology-breakfast reading
with my egg and soldiers..

i prefer the middle road
now i am old
still lost in colour..
Michael John Feb 18
that was more than i had
a clock called sad
i wept and sang


home on the range
tussled with c
dropped lsd

drank and laughed
lost in the flowers
and beautiful holland..
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