Awake all night long

since I heard the door bell ring --


Anyone in need?

Well, I think a lot

is wrong, very unhealthy --


they are: opinions.

I've a busy head,

it's full and so much bigger --


than the rest of me.

Over there: the Ocean,

inside me another one --


Without Lighthouses.

Ode to her flannel shirt.

The dark horse screams.
The water mimics me.
The sunlight keeps us clean.
The night time keeps us lean
For what.
Inside of me?



Garrett Johnson.

It's not too crowded
Yet far too late in the day
For everyone to
React this way
It's not a sadness
It's a melancholy gladness

All this busy body bustle

STOP
   CLOSE lids
      And  just LISTEN

Don't Fret
Twist,
Wriggle,
Or shake
It's all you can take

You are not numb
Over blown or undone
You are One of Billions
In this crowd

She walks only to forget
The tears of her regret
Only to fret and get
The needs that are unmet

I fear the day
my heart fails
to crack my ribs
with the
earthquake
that shakes
all the way to my skin,
in the form of goosebumps
I fear the day
it forgets
to recognize
the heat of that flame

Motionless trees sinister
In their silence
Images swirl of twisting pirates
Shapes and shadows stoop
Contorted, turn and beckon
A voice whispers softly
Of things that only darkness knows
Shivering, eyes deceived