#sundayabendpoems
Rapid Infarction.
What was.
Became through the showering sound of.
Why.
Screamed into oblivion.
The rush.
Stabbed through the psychedelic spiral.
& vomited upon from the mahogany floor.
Crashed and wedded in embrace.
Held by wind from the creak.
The silence.
The intamacy.
Only to be welded into nothing.
But the field of reeds to keep company.
Garrett Johnson.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC