Biography of Johnny Watt
Johnny Watt Poems
Les Lieux Étranges
We travel through sunlight and falling leaves, On the road of orange peel and poppy seeds. The sidewalks are plentiful with towering oaks, and on shiny brass benches sit happy just folk.
On Summer Trees & Ashy Knees
If I bit a sandwich and my tongue then did turn blue I would stare with widest eyes and ask if yours did too.
the vapor trail threw the monkey wrench into my plan of attack when the ship set sail it carried the maps that led them all back
Red licorice lips a long white dress swift silent barefoot steps
Riding The Wave Of Inevitable Reverse
A million a day amongst the haze. Every breath is stinging worse now that the silence has ceased to exist. Trolleys and follies help filter the bliss and melancholy. I'm digging the deep hundred mile holes.
The Blades Of Grass Were Actual Blades
I carefully traversed through this field in may, Where the blades of grass were actual blades. Aching limbs,
I know there is a place in the distant beyond, where all inhabitants live as one. Where sparrows swim. Where flounders fly. Where all prayers are praises to the sun in the sky.
Angel Tears For Twenty Years
The heartfelt sound of a child's weep makes everyone more withdrawn. Startled and awake from a gentle sleep, when nothing was ever wrong.
Happily Never Wake
From holding hands in summer heat, Now Submerged below, in this freezing deep. Flailing arms did help us not,
Coiled in the void with our hands held tight, When the sun and the moon first met. As the cymbols crashed, the waves would splash, Yet our hair was never left wet.
When All The Branches Fell
We swear we found answers, Though none were really found. So bold to believe you have figured this out.
The Prism & The Metronome Jungle
As I wash this augmenting wound With the salt from a crystal moon My fierce cry rings out to the midnight city streets Into the bedrooms of those done counting sheep
Whispering eyes peek down from crimson and amber nighttime skies. So beautifully unreal. I smiled up from the tall grass field.
Happily Never Wake
From holding hands in summer heat,
Now Submerged below, in this freezing deep.
Flailing arms did help us not,
As life did slow to a nulling stop.
Before we left, I found your face.
A sad smile was last to be seen.