Johnny Panic: Poems

Alas!

Johnny Panic Mar 2012

Alas!

That's sorta
kinda
what I was
getting at.

It doesn't matter
even remotely
if the evidence doesn't match
the conclusion,

because the
Conclusion is
so mouth
-watering.

Which is an
interesting way
to describe the search
for dead people and monsters.

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Bitter Love

Johnny Panic Mar 2012

Bitter Love

Our hands clasped like locks
By a dying sunset sky
Spray of salt
Below the boardwalk
Mists into the air

We held each other
Two desperate people
Underneath the sheets
Light filters through
White lenin sheets

Your kiss
Was the match
That lit a fire inside
One year ago
You said goodbye?

It’s been a long year.
Maybe you could lift
That restraining order?
I stopped smoking crack
                Sort of.
Sorry I kissed your mom.

Sorry I killed your dog
Actually,
never mind
on the dog.
                            **** that dog.

Blood Vomit

Johnny Panic Mar 2012

Blood *****

This one time
Jay and I
went drinking
he broke into a church

as I cheered
him on
He violently attacked
a good friend of ours

Passed out
on the couch
after a fist fight
I vomited a bunch of blood

Buy this poem so I can see a doctor

Gamera, Motherfucker

Johnny Panic Mar 2012

Gamera, *******

Fighting Super Go time!
Turtles that fly
Friend of the Children
Gamera, *******.

The world is an ocean of pain

Hey, help me out.

Johnny Panic Apr 2012

Hey, help me out.

Hey
guys,
i been dating
This girl
On and off
On and off
For several years…

But whenever things get tough
He wants to up and run

So leik
i know we love
Each other
more
Tha nything else
n he saes hes read
To do right by me

But whenever things get tough
She wants to up and run

He says he knows
What he lost when he
Left me
n i love herbut
i am afraid of
Getting hert

So my queshtion is
Should I stay or should I go, now?
Answer in the reactions bellow

Leik srsly
Guys,
i don’t know wat 2 do

Is This Yahoo?

Johnny Panic Mar 2012

Is This Yahoo?

I’m not a poet
I just wanted to know
When the Mickie D’s
On Detroit closes.

Seriously.

Reasons I am A Terrible Poet

Johnny Panic Apr 2012

Reasons I am A Terrible Poet

One time I blew a homeless guy
Thinking he'd share his junk.
Oh, ****...
I just got the joke.

Sam and I

Johnny Panic Mar 2012

Sam and I

Above our homes
Ephemeral stars dance
Like dying fireflies

Sam and I sat
In the cold
Dizzy, drunk

We talked
About love
About freedom

As frost leapt
from our lungs
“I’ll **** your ****
For ten bucks.”

To A Pretty Blonde

Johnny Panic Apr 2012

To A Pretty Blonde

This club
A beehive of sweaty
Alcoholics

Piercing lights
Nail a headache
Through my skull

I am awkward
Out of place
Pacing through the crowd

Feeling, uhm
Too drunk
Or not drunk enough

Then!
Across the room
A pretty blonde

A determination
To salvage my night
And I’m off

Twenty minutes later:
Handcuffs!
In the back of a cop car.

I’m an artist
You *****!

— The End —