Johnny Watt Poems
|2.||The Prism & The Metronome Jungle||3/4/2012|
|3.||When All The Branches Fell||3/4/2012|
|5.||Happily Never Wake||3/4/2012|
|6.||Angel Tears For Twenty Years||3/4/2012|
|8.||The Blades Of Grass Were Actual Blades||3/4/2012|
|9.||Riding The Wave Of Inevitable Reverse||3/4/2012|
|13.||On Summer Trees & Ashy Knees||3/4/2012|
|14.||Les Lieux Étranges||3/4/2012|
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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.
In the fields, the children fly their homemade kites.
Different shapes and colors, no two were alike.
Swooping and swishing like the flight pattern of bees.
Carried high in the sky by the honey scented breeze.
Further down the road, passing such strange things.
Men in checkered suits with crowns of past kings.
Smoking spotted flamingos with rapidly shedding ...