Bryan Stanley Johnson Poems

Living a whole life has three conditions:
absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment,
a group of friends with whom to excahnge minds,
and a full love to be lost in all the time.
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My son finds occupation
in almost nothing, in everything:
my soapy penitential toothpaste,
his mother's loosened hair
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Urinating in a urinal
I try at first directly
to jet down a fruitfly
then see random sprinkling
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He smashed his hand
in opening a door for her,
and less pain than
embarrassment shrieked through him.
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The decorously informative church
Guide to Sex suggested that any urge
could well be controlled by playing tennis:
and the game provided also "many
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My awkward grossness grows: I go down, through

I maintain my self in the conviction
that I have as much to say as others
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In the ember days of my last free summer,
here I lie, outside myself, watching
the gross body eating a poor curry:
satisfied at what I have done, scared of what
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I have no children:

But tonight a poem came
in which a small child,
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It is usual
for people in this country
(out of pretended respect
but rather from an impertinent curiosity)
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The trawl of unquiet mind drops astern

Great lucid streamers bar the sky ahead
(bifurcated banners at a tourney)
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