#neilpoems
Won't be back till later on.
I'm gone for the long road.
To nowhere.
That's somewhere.
With her that has something.
& her that has nothing at all.
Garrett Johnson
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
Coming around.
Sierra.
With a canvas camera bag.
Too small to fit a world into.
n too big to fit a life into.
Carrying death by the pound.
By the scent of the sky.
By the quid in pocket.
N by the vinyl in the eyes.
N all u can ever do is dance.
Garrett Johnson
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Laurel Canyon blues.
Soft spoken.
As I listen to the chorus In her eyes.
She plays in the prison of Rhythm & rhyme.
& I who has lost the night to time.
Watching the form of smile in a light.
Matte.
Sat reading the arrangements.
Presented on the face.
As she sang Tell me why.
A Young song for a young soul.
Garrett Johnson.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC