Leaky.

Grounded in amethyst.
Cold dew.
Pure mossy trees.
Slip unnoticed overgrown.
Love made on earthly floor.
Duplex Doors of the infinity.
Never failing to impress.





Garrett Johnson.

Beginning.

The wounds hold in sultry.
The shaman breathes tightly.
With cerulean colored eyes.
A Luscious handle of the old world.
Tired in admiral skies.
The appearance of truth.
Written in scarlet.
The words that heal in time.




Garrett Johnson.

Mettle.

Mettle in the bohemian.
The magnum opus of self destruction.
Narrowing to the confines.
Mettle in thrownness.
Watching from above in 16mm.
Sliver of flower.
Grown from nothingness.
For nothingness.







Garrett Johnson.

Like a Rolling…

Bukowski status.
A lone roof.
I'm done.
Get down from there.
You're going to die anyway.
Weather you jump or not.
You want a little death.
I want a little death.
Come on, show me.
I wont.
*******! You're wasting my time!.




Garrett Johnson.

Something happening in here.

Slow on a side walk.
Chaos does not slow in the streets.
Protest.
People.
Want to fight or ****.
Love or hate.
Agent orange for a leader.
Neutral is extinct.
The poets have flooded.
To help the old understand.
To help the young awake.



Garrett Johnson.

Rotten Gold.

Maybe.
A new.
Maybe.
An old.
Maybe.
The mystic.
Maybe.
The twisted of scene.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.




Garrett Johnson.

Lustful Regress.

Under.
A wonder of pain.
peacefully insane.
The killer has been welcomed.
Did you let him in
?
?


Garrett Johnson.