Akira forest combined.

Voice.
Boxes, orange.
For subtle change in blush.
Nothing.
Really. . . chilling Michael.
Pineapple and say hello.
Yellow on the shirt.
Napkin brain.
Right em down.
Defective poems and it's all fine.
It's all fine.
I'm sure.


Garrett Johnson.

Begin, become when you take a left.

Feel that's right.
Therapy.
Say that you're alright.
That it's the kind.
Of see through.
Of assuring.
The peace.
Within each other.
Unreal the nervousness.
Crossing legs.
Holding still.
You know.
Filling weariness in the snow.
As it was under that street light.


Garrett Johnson.

Regarding Suzi but it's cold.

Pulsatilla to help.
Distant from.
Persistent smoke pouring.
Photo of boredom.
Soho and never.
Ending because I feel like I'm gonna throw up this neon peering through the hair, the shakes.
**** it's cold.



Garrett Johnson.

Felt through the turquoise left in bloom.

Specialty repeat of your notebook.
Like sad lips.
Sad chairs.
Maybe... just maybe sad.
Not only blankets covering my head.
Your head.
Perhaps.
Maybe once like on the lawn in Kauai.



Garrett Johnson.

French Caliber.

Rain.
The wind.
& that teal rug.
Thanks Ann.




Garrett Johnson.

Too late for influence.

Sour particles through silence.
Hair faced.
Lighted for the the violence.
Nevermind it.
Sighted.
And terrible.


Garrett Johnson.

Sitting as the picture melts.

Conversation.
Erasing.
Mindful.
Stairway standing shallow.
Head full.
Of stranding speech that floods through the lips.
Careless.
Does it feel well.
Walk to the sink.
Lavender still though the stomach pain.


Garrett Johnson.