JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Despite dire warnings inscribed on temple walls

discarded cigarette packs all glowering with warnings

I’m planning to survive another day

another year perhaps, the garden needs some weeding

 

I’m planning to join an expedition in a spaceship

I’ve bought a ticket to tomorrow from a passing breeze

I’m dreaming of a new world, body parts recycled

the dog needs walking, really needs to pee

 

When days seem dim and foggy I’m a lighthouse

replacing bulbs that pop in bathroom walls

I borrow moments from passing companions

exchange some childish glimmerings of early joys

 

That’s all – the future’s full of knights and dragons

but sadly I can’t remember where I put my sword