Tommy Johnson Poems

Spring time rains come hard this season
Fell out of love don’t pity me
So I was sold, the woman’s treason
Her vengeful scorn she’ll never let me be
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I took a vacation from myself
And my standard personality
My vices and virtues left behind
I became someone new
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Water the lawn so it won’t die
Passed out in the dandelions
Compose yourself and blaze a trail
Splatter it on the easel
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See
Touch
Know
A beam of swirling light in the heart of the city
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Check your pulse to assure yourself that you are indeed alive and be ready
I’m willing to sell addiction
If the price is right
Instead of crawling on my hands and knees
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Roll down slowly on the back of the night
Doesn’t feel right
On the turnpike
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You need to climb to the highest height
Or stay up till the end of night
Or fight an endless fight
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My eyes have never had the opportunity to even glare at diamonds.
I’ve never had the experience of tasting water from the cup of life.
The shame of my current status, in a suburban purgatory; where all the houses look the same.
And the town is slowly decaying.
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I turn and look at you
And I speak my peace, urging you to leave all you secondary notions at the doors
Patiently waiting at the turn style for some pne who I know will never show up
Because he is already here
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When I was sitting in my desk listening to this professor speak
He went on to state that our destines are already pre-written before we are born
That the road we travel has been built previous to our conception
I find this to be false!
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