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Jimi Johnson Jul 2021
Seeing beauty
In banality of things
The evil
The dread
Spreads thru the veins
Coalescing mucus
Leaves nothing
But remains
Jimi Johnson Jul 2020
In broken glass
On the bathroom floor
I saw a reflection of a man

So lonely, so old
Shagged and sad

Lone wolf, his life in his hands
Life led alone, because
We die alone, and yet

These few moments of
Togetherness, moments of
You

A beacon of stars
Scattering stilness
Of the night
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
The city
A dark projection in rain
And iluminations
A quite friday night
Soft city, sleepy and void
Occasional invitation
To a night bar
And drunken yells
Drenched to the bone
Looking for you
Around every corner
Jimi Johnson Apr 2020
Gladness
River swamp
Fever eats my heart out
Fire

Every patch of skin oozing
Bitter sweat, slight
Stench
Fills nostrils all
The way up to sinuses
Pulsating in a mellow
Blues rhythm of the plague
Jimi Johnson Jan 2021
It's been years since you are gone
And I'm sorry but
I can't recall your face

The best of this earth
Leave
Aware of the void

So close to the ultimate truth
And yet
Never grasping it
And falling ever so low
But trying still
To get there
Time is of the essence

You knew it well
And I know it by now

Life is clawing
And bitting
That's what it is
And nothing more
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
Silence suddenly
Dismantled

“I want to be happy”
Just like that, because
There’s nothing else to do
No great threat, no great
Feels, feelings

“I want to be happy”
On this planet earth
On this buddha temple
But I can’t
Find
This that her

On this woe world
Jimi Johnson Mar 2020
So I’m riding on a bus, late return, after movie and there’s this *** sitting on the side with a big sports bag tucked under his thighs. Leaning over, moaning, snorting in his age old handkerchief. He has IT, seen IT. Coming home from work, at midnight. Lonely and sad. Head all wrinkled, pensive. He’s sitting there and feeling the old man blues, just sitting, contemplating, man, just trying not to fall asleep, to return to his bed and his wife (probably), so the next day could go on and he could go on and be part of this machine-spinning-all-around-world. He could be like “hey, man, what’s your game, whatcha feel, man”. But nope, he’s beat, he’s beat to his feet, too little hair on his head, definitely too much in his nose and on his brows. “So what”, he would say, “what do I care, it’s all the game, man.” I got this feeling, that he’s seen it all, he’s a true man, a proto-deus creation. IT.

But what I know, I’m leaving on the next stop and probably won’t ever meet this friend of the world, delightful buddha on his journey.
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
Postpone it
Till the last moment
And fail
And be wretched by it
And done

Lofty lingering
Filled with guilt
And remorse
To be finished by it
And done

At the end
Of the day
Commit the same
Mistake
Just to
Be killed by it
Done
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
1

Trees long and tall, stars
Glimming over lonesome hut
I won't find you there


#2

First brown leaves inside
Sun still burning hot outside
Feel ground with bare feet


#3

Bees still not in deep
Slumber - buzzing, talking to
Keep silent man from


#4

Steep forest road and
Smooth, flat, golden mountain top
Like a shaved monk's head


#5

Mountain pass, swaying
Through yellow grass, people are
Nice. Is this the place


#6

Green waterfall carves
Stone blades, underneath wise man
Drinks beer without worry


#7

Travelers lost track
Came upon graveyard - dead end
River waters mourning


#8

Squirrel slowly starts
To gather supplies for cold
No clock or calendar


#9

Stone pebbles smoothened
River that goes anywhere
In a constant flow


#10

First leaves fell into
The stream; restless water wash
Them gently, pristine



#11

Moss on waterfall’s
Edge, solid rock on bottom
No desire to change


#12


River draws crazy
Patterns on silky smooth bed
Like glittering gold

#13

Pine cones falling with
Dull thump; CHUCK; out of the trees
And into the night

#14


Sea of green mountains
Clouds swim sluggishly, hiding
Silent love of the peaks

#15


Solitude of the
Mountains, higher you climb more
Silent it becomes



#16

Green grasshopper keeps
Company to dried, yellow
Grass of mountain steep


#17

Red hands freezing cold
Sister sun obscured by clouds
Changes are coming


#18

Old man's face shorn of
Wool, race is almost run; Man
Do not weep, do you


#19

Soul alone, harsh rain
Jack Kerouac my dear friend
You would understand


#20

It's dull cold inside
Lamp's light vaguely warm, tries to
Spot leaves on the ground



#21

Scrambled eggs, coffee
Layers of pristine bedsheets
Washed in mourning dew


#22

Night walk to bathroom
Leaves shiver in autumn's cold
Spider's offspring died


#23

Beetle sits on grass
Like crouched Buddha; don't worry
I won't step on you


#24

Silent rain touches
Leaves on the porch, I am safe
My Friend moth is too


#25

Annoying fly won't
Break the music of gentle
Rain; in paradise
#26

Fox stopped on the path
Looked with radiant cool eyes
Brief stop on his road


#27

Two Buddhas sit and
Contemplate existence of
Glimming spirit, rain


#28

The room bursts with steam
Pretty Ramen waitress, I
Fell in love with you


#29

Passing your station
I always look for a pair
Of your brown eyes; nothing


#30

To return to this
City; desolation, filth
Dreams of silent peaks
Mountain doldrums is a collection of 30
Haiku poems written during solitude in green mountains.
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
Old oak casts shadow
Shelter from the boiling heat
Road remains empty
Jimi Johnson Mar 2020
I decided to go my way
and went
 Because what is the meaning
of all of this,  nothing.
 Their ideas were old
and they did wear old
 things
Jimi Johnson Jul 2021
Baby pigeons fell
From The nest sat and waited
Wind spreads soft feathers
Jimi Johnson Mar 2020
Warm wind suffocates;
Stillness of night before the rain
Soon it will end.
Jimi Johnson Oct 2020
Ripe tomatoes
Swollen red
Give up silent scent
Of immaculate times
Days of being young

Meanwhile an ant
Tries to feast on my parched
Feet

Resigned, returns to her home
Carefuly treading
Thru blades of grass
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
Sidewalk site
Is turning into a river, I sigh
Every thought,
Every memory
Ends up with you.
Jimi Johnson Apr 2020
Sun also rises
As my friend would say

Lumping forward
Leaving the cage
Fat, unshaven, weary
To bask in the light
Of future thought

Realising nowness,
Embracing it fully
Clamping to the
Lamb of tenderness,
Stopped.
To choke on moments
Of yours
Gladness, folly
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
Ideas went butterflying
Into the sky
Whooping and singing
A complete understandment
Soon to fall to the
Ground
With a dissolving flutter
And slouched away
And swayed into
Endless night
Leaving nothing
But shards of
Emptiness
Jimi Johnson Feb 2020
I heard our song, I
was home; so long, now it's gone
and so are you

— The End —