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Caleb A Johnson Jan 2021
What will it be like to be dead?
I imagine peace
But not the sort that makes you pretend
I imagine comfort
But not the sort that makes you crave action
I imagine oneness,
But not the kind that makes you feel lost
I imagine silence.
But not the type that makes you crave noise
I imagine stillness
But not the type that makes you restless
I imagine emptiness
But not the type that makes you feel alone
I imagine nothingness
But not the kind that makes you hungry for stuff
I imagine
And then, I do not
  Jan 2021 Caleb A Johnson
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
Caleb A Johnson Jan 2021
Another day
Another dime
Another useless
Unheard rhyme

Another day
another dime
On the ladder
I do not pretend to climb

Another day
another dime
Another way for me
To waste my time

Another day
another dime
I make a dollar for you
And lose some of mine

Another day
another dime
I bear the burden
Of your wimpy spine

Another day
another dime
The suffering you leave
Is your greatest crime

Another day
Another dime
There will be no justice
It's all broken this time
Caleb A Johnson Jan 2021
It's absolutely crushing
The weight of this boulder

It grinds me down
To a gritless powder

Like an old grain mill
Down by the creek
past that yonder hill

Is this even worth it
Is this the way Cohen would say it?

Cohen was great
And there have been others
Worth reading until late
When the eyes strain
And blood bursts the vein

But is this that?
Or am I just average
Only that?

And no, it is not
The way he would have thought

But it's how I did
It came from under my lid

And why isn't that enough
Its how I ******* said it
And isn't that enough?
You gotta be you, even when you love what others do
  Jan 2021 Caleb A Johnson
Please stop talking like me
I don't sound good
coming from you
  Jan 2021 Caleb A Johnson
she is ok, I think
she went back to her safe place
you’re there too, she said
everyone is
it’s very lovely, I hear
  Jan 2021 Caleb A Johnson
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
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