John is a founding member of the Bonzai Culture Club and has published a book of poetry, soon to be circulated as a second edition amongst an unprepared public.

Dayglo attended the launch of the first edition at the hotel known as Formerly the Blackball Hilton, in the auspicious year of our Lady Lawdy 2000, anno domini all fall down.

That was a grand year... full of hope and promise and bugs and fixits. We filled our pantries, hoisted our petards, hoarded water and peices of string. We sat on our haunches at the stroke of midnight and wowed ourselves with the feral thrill of the promise of a changeling world. We covered our eyes, plugged our ears, and shut our mouths to muffle the global battle cry of "Cooee" and confusion of "Yay 4 Y2K", and voila, nothing much happened. This gemmy jammy globe continued it's spin, the well didn't dry up, ATM machines spat out New Year dollars and we got on with our lives with our overstocked cupboards.

John got on with his musings and writing poems, prose and short stories.

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A LOAD

It's a load of crap you're telling me
That I should live beside the sea
I should work from 9 till 5
Like you, pretend to be alive
I should fear the creak of age
The minister's words
The jailer's cage

Your criticisms aren't conversation
Love is not just fornication
Your cliché proverbs and worn out lines
Wrap round all your words like vines
If I heeded all you say
My love of life would bleed away

Your fears are all you have to give
They make me die - I want to live
But day by hour my minutes fly
It's my heart aches
And my eyes cry
And the only thing that sets me free
Is the joy I find in being me