Boyd Johnson : Writing

you still owe me $30.

you still owe me $30.

A Story by Boyd Johnson


Friday. 11:37am. It's morning. I can tell it's morning, becuase I can hear the neighbor's peacocks. Every morning, the peacocks Bri's neighbor kee..
not that it matters anymore anyway.

not that it matters anymore anyway.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


don't look at her tits. don't acknowledge her sex. you're above this, remember? you're a changed man, remember? don't stare. don't think ..
nervous.

nervous.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


I must say im sorry for all he bailing the failing the lying and all the forced tears. ive been a bit nervous these days these years i..
adeline.

adeline.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


adeline. we find murder weapons. we scale mountains, and we brave the open waters. we laugh at the flashing lights as we make our escap..
fat in paradise.

fat in paradise.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


shes’ filled my gut with food & wine, my heart with promises and ive grown fat in my paradise. my violet severance from realti..
madness.

madness.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


found it written with a dying typewriter, on the back of a piece of paper labeled "WEED MAN" with a number on it. im pretty sure i remember ..
Run With The Hunted. (tentative and kifed.)

Run With The Hunted. (tentative and kifed.)

A Story by Boyd Johnson


the start of what was(is)(going to be)(whatever) a much longer story. lifted title, fitting for a work in progress. i promsie ill come up with somethi..
its nothing new, its nothing wierd, just one more thing ill think about until tomorrow.

its nothing new, its nothing wierd, just one more ..

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


There is no way for me to know. I can certainly however, guess. Was it so simple as trying to take the drink from me? Did I just fly off the..
another block of black.

another block of black.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


the peace of old suns & seasons gone that peace the pieces gone past did any of them deliver what id swore they promised to? did ..
stealing each others PBR at 2.25 a can.

stealing each others PBR at 2.25 a can.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson


i should have been done with you months ago. I shouldn’t still be worried about your court date. about your classes. about your curre..