Michael John

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..

Michael John May 28

if

if i never go to ikea
then i will die happier..

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

the poet as a serial killer

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 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

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..

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..