What are writing?
A short story
What is it called?
John Keats Superhero
Fanny looked at me
John was poet
A magnificent poet
That is where you are wrong
Have you really read his poetry?
Every word
And you have never spotted the code?
What code?
Just check out nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
What does it mean to you?
Please tell me of your thoughts
It is a warning that a drugged warrior will contaminate the waters of London very soon and only JOHN KEATS can stop the assassin
IS that your full conclusion?
Yes that is the labour of my thoughts
But Keats is DEAD AND BURIED in Rome
That was what THE WORLD was led to believe
He IS as ALIVE as you and me
Let us give THANKS
TO the Lord for the life of JOHN KEATS
In a sewer underneath Hammersmith Broadway a Polish sewerage worker named Zbigniew is dying
He has had his throat cut
By an assassin
Who has tipped a white powder into the near water
He watches as the rats die grotesquely
The moving waters at their priest like task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores
What are you writing John?
Another poem I am expanding on an idea
But within the hour I must leave you my love
As I have important business in Hammersmith
Here lies one whose name was writ in water
To be continued
But be WARNed
Do not drink the waters of LONDON TOWN
Until I have completed my arduous task