Jo Jo Johnnie Poem by aric wilsie

Writing about a wicked widget
Desiring to spring forth
Gone late, not reached
By simple telephone styles
Cars stop, is it…
U turning so badly
Forgetting anything
That would bring you back to...
Mean boys
Smiling on a off tree street
“Freak”
Is the rambling, the reminder
The lack of youth
As you carry mature gold
Fools have loved less
And you have loved more
Than an uncanny resemblance
To a figure mentioned in the mirror
Seen in a photo dancing
Under the moonlit sky
And painted on canvas
ME? !
Haha! !
Can’t you tell the difference?
What’s the use?
Disguise
A cowards only armor
A poets final weapon