#tiredpoems
Dissolving and a scarf.
Brought about.
Cyanide.
Where it goes.
Stagger.
Bladder
It hurts.
Like some lead.
On the floor.
With a hope to maybe blink.
Scarlet finish.
Return in ultimate bliss.
Garrett Johnson.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 6:58 PM UTC
Drowning like Tuesday.
Stained cold.
Pained & blue.
& blew away in the morn.
The dawn striking Like I a seven day trip to the quiet mountains.
The quiet flowers.
The quiet fountain.
The silver trees.
& The shadow satins.
Melted in a field.
And still.
Kept silent.
Garrett Johnson.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
Mettle.
Mettle in the bohemian.
The magnum opus of self destruction.
Narrowing to the confines.
Mettle in thrownness.
Watching from above in 16mm.
Sliver of flower.
Grown from nothingness.
For nothingness.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
Something happening in here.
Slow on a side walk.
Chaos does not slow in the streets.
Protest.
People.
Want to fight or ****
Love or hate.
Agent orange for a leader.
Neutral is extinct.
The poets have flooded.
To help the old understand.
To help the young awake.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC