Blueberry tears.

We saw through the eyes.
The electric highway.
The lips overtone.
The winds.
Celestial.
Neon Bohemia.
Cathartic Breath of air on neck.
The melting of the surface.
Suffice in the face of thee ocean.


Garrett Johnson.

Endeavors of the night.

3 in mourn.
Queen Jane Approximately.
65 Dylan getting the better of me.
The steam’s a little wired.
Letting all of it in.
Room at the Morrison.
And a drink of apple sauce medicine.
Good enough.
Terrible.
Never better.


Garrett Johnson.

Poem for something in a different dimension.

Infinite dandruff on the leaf in my soup.
Caught on fire in a concrete water bottle.
Pulling chair.
Woolen eye shut.
The shirt pocket soldiers full of matches.
You say what to the girl.
She says yes.
The coffee club on shoot n up agrees.
Disintegrates into bark.
Stick shoes.
And mossy doors.


Garrett Johnson.

Bouncing light shows.

O.
Ov.
Ove.
Over.
Overd.
Overdr.
Overdri.
Overdriv.
Overd­rive.
Yes.
A little Interstellar Overdrive.



Garrett Johnson

Syd.

At the lips.
Take a down to Kings Road.
At the left.
Take a left at Kings Road then take another left.
At the sign take a right down to Kings Road.
Just to end up where you started.
At the lips.



Garrett t Johnson.

Turquoise hadphone splitter.

Turned and looked at me.
Said that the end was good.
Turned and looked out the window.
Rumble like The Velvet Underground then head against my shoulder.
She must of really liked the end of that song.


Garrett Johnson.

Al Petroleum.

Fazing in n out.
The flicker.
The whisper.
She's here.
You took too much man.
You took too much.
Who said that.


Garrett Johnson.