you could say I have an addiction
to obsessing over
every square centimeter
of your existence
but that's not wrong
it's no legal infraction
to be so immensely captivated
by the shadows on your cheeks
and the dizzying inflections of
your voice
surely I am not crazy
you are
for being so ridiculous
and impossible
to forget

-c.j.

I could lie about my day
I could bury all my feelings in you
I could leave everything at the door
But then I wouldn't be breathing
anymore

Hangman's noose just ain't funny like it used to be
[as if it ever was]

Reminiscent echoes in my mind
Like high heels down a hallway
Like high feels down the mid section
Like thigh feels on a late night session

There ain't nothing wrong with a little foreplay
Lone way

I feel the best in company
Instead, I'll sit in the dark for a few hours
Some of these lines rhyme with outside influences
If only I could **** out my problems
If only I could drink out my pores

If only I could talk about
Or be comforted by biblical verses

Every time I remember God can see what's in my heart
I nearly break down.

Copyrights and patents
"What up reality?"
"Whatch you got for me today?"
The Marksman ****** on his cigarillo
His voice was distinct
A whirring voice
Vocable word choices
A man of great aptitude
Never blinked, never winced
With acute paranoia
And a metallic nucleus
Daft
He heard voices
Egging him on
Baiting him
Taking ****
Nuisances
"How's the ulcer oh glorious gunman?"
They said
"Hurts doesn't it?"
"Ready to give out?"
"Put that plastic bag on your head and end it"
The Marksman pivoted and headed toward the kitchen
And made a stew of whatever he could find under the sink
And ate it
"Hail to the chief and send my complements to the chef!"
He put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger
He was buried and had the most dignifying funeral I ever had the privilege of attending

      -Tommy Johnson

Vi ses igen
                  du rækker din hånd gennem drømmenes masker
Vi ses igen
                  du står i en rude på tiende sal
Vi ses igen
                  passerer hinanden på hældende trapper
Vi ses igen
                  sover tilfældigt i det samme tog
Jeg ser dig igen på den mørke plads
                              månen hælder sølv i dit hår
Du ser mig vente for grønt
                                som om jeg vented på nogen
Ses igen     blikkene standser i mængden
Ses igen      i en tilsneet have
Ses igen      i en opbrudt gade