#pinetrees
Have you rested
on an old blanket
‘neath the big pine trees
feeling a warm breeze
and the ****** and dips
of the needle-laden ground?
Have you eavesdropped on the birds
as they gossip
woo
brag
calling amongst
the sticky pine needles?
Have you spied on the ants
on their no-nonsense march
or counted wispy clouds
that lazily float by
laying on your back
on a scratchy, faded blanket?
Have you ever marveled
at the wide, wide blue
that’s neither near nor far
feeling time pause
under pointy branches
lost in restful ease
‘neath the big pine trees?
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
Tracing your own crime scene...p.s you did it.
It’s pretty clear to turn tail and run.
When you’re on top of the world like Al Jolson.
And then crash like Syd Barrett.
Yelling at the clone on the wall.
******* SWINE...HOW COULD YOU!?”.
IDiot.
The tub water has drowned the floor.
You’re long gone with golden hair.
Taking all the acid tabs, mescaline, ether, bloodleaf letters, and the small bottle of goldbond lotion.
“How dare you” I ask.
Coursing with enraged grief.
I feel it; the intense measure if deterioration.
Taking its time skipping along side the sounds of Octopus by the man himself.
All while you melt into the typewriter’s ink.
Unable to walk as you would fall into the infinite muck.
“How do you leave” you ask.
“HANG IN THERE!” I yell.
Why I am I yelling.
I didn’t think this was a side effect.
I can hear just fine.
**** Who turned off the lights!?”.
“Buddy! You gotta leave now” someone behind me gracefully said.
“What do mean, I just got here!”.
“Feller, you’ve been here for about five hours now, and I think it’s best if you went home”.
MY GOD!.
How long was I in that terribly fascinating state.
What had gone on was to be decided by for the entire variety of the heavy drugs that were seducing the situation.
Why didn’t they kick me out in the first ten minutes I was there.
There must of been a slow start...Then sped up near the end.
But how the hell would I know.
I was told I had been there for five hours and counting.
When I thought I had just sat down from taking a ****
“Jerry, How are you?”. I asked.
.
.
.
“That’s for you to decide, man”
Garrett Johnson.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
long winding roads
will you ever end?
this place
is starting to look
a lot like home;
pine trees
and fields
as far as
the eye can see.
golden rays
warming my skin,
and illuminating
the sky
as we settle
into a new world.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Pine trees have it right
Just point to God in all things,
Give Him the glory
That's what I was made to do:
Human nature makes it hard.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC