#bedpoems
Saw myself as you knew me.
Where.
Do you fit in here.
What.
Do you know about sinking here.
Why.
Did you think I'd think you'd miss me here.
Here at the Pinnacle of here.
& The adolescents of never.
Garrett Johnson.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
World.
The Door.
Awakens in the heat.
Of angst.
Discourage.
Rebellion.
High flying.
And uncontrollable control.
The Archimedes of Ignorance.
And the Diogenes of change.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
So Close.
You sewed your mouth.
When it rained in your head.
For what it's lived.
& what it's not.
You sickened yourself to stay home
for me.
Come see me.
& lay in this bed.
Your algorithmic speech.
Flaunted.
Sitting sweater.
Tears seducing the *****
Its dance.
Its cry.
You to be the muse.
You to make the sigh.
Of love & relief.
& with visions so delicate.
& prompted.
You play the strings then slumber.
Kept warm under.
Passing the sound.
Around.
& around it went.
& still goes.
Garrett Johnson.
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC