#apoem
Magazines and other Accusations.
He spits.
N then you run.
You say hello t the crow.
He hands you a towel.
T wipe the coal away.
Swaying.
He sings.
Your dead.
You’ve read.
Yr sad in yr bed.
But you kick.
N you squirm.
Shouting out that your done.
A turquoise girl appears.
Handing advice out on note cards.
Stuffing them n Your pocket.
You walk away.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Neon Sigma.
Paul Newman took my cool hand.
He said he would double discount down on everything that’s bought Man.
Garrett Johnson.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
Silent film.
The hounds have come for me.
Jeweled in swamp night air.
Silent immaculate adventures.
The suaver will have his choosing.
Silver in the night.
Cold ***** soft.
Mad chariots seeking for a muse.
I have no place here.
For the great Eleesha will have her day.
Cold with warm ciders and teas.
Pleasantly.
Empty.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC