I fell in love with a girl in Canada.

Thanks for the salad at Capilano.
And thanks for knowing who Mac Demarco is.







Garrett Johnson.

Letters to nobody.

Sorry for the mess.
I don’t know how to say.
What to say.
The lavender fields are choking me.
Leaves seeping into me.
Hyacinth canopy.
Rusting couch.
Could’ve said ouch.
Before the lavender.
******* Lavender.
I fathomed her.
Free murderers for rent.
I’ll take one.
I am one.
I killed myself.
Didn’t mean to melt.
Like myself.
Hate myself.
Being someone else.
Myself.
My self.
On the shelf.
Elf for Halloween.
She was.
There.
Here.
Fortney.
Blanket Express.
What a guess.
Sleepy Stress.
Lovely dress.
Live for meh.
Eat some veggies.
Smoke in the tub.
Don’t count on me.
Can’t have fun.
Slippers on feet.
Cartoon drawings.
Don’t go to prom.
Didn’t go to prom.
Didn’t walk.
Just picked it up.
Threw it up.
Didn’t come down.




Garrett Johnson.

Lovely Ruins.

Tossed through ash.
Cold.
Bruised.
Sail to me for conversation.
Not A lover to one.
Not one for another.
Covered by lips.
The old teachings.
Learned to be alone.
Take up enchantments of touch.
Tremolos in the fingers.
Grip on nothing.
All to be nothing but the trees in Fall.



Garrett Johnson.

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.