Jonny Brackney Poems

sometimes i feel the devil
and his dirty eyes
watching.
haunting me.
...

there is no such thing as
broken hearts,
only broken
minds.
...

so this is where we are,
where we will always be.
stuck between our words
misread,
...

cold air

knives
...

that trusted liquid
takes its toll
carries my thoughts
away.
...

here you are,
spinning with me
slow
painting me in
...

anxious
dazed
driving ferociously steady
through Alabaster
...

she met me on that famous road
dressed all stylish and hip.
trying to intimidate.
trying to impress.
...

if i could
choose
to be anything,
i'd be a
...

just a poet.

not a
hero.
...