![]() blue blotters and crystal ballsA Poem by R.G. Johnson![]() blue with grey around the edges and dents in the fender.![]() blue blotters and crystal balls we did it all the time when we were kids I thought it would be fun you know, reliving the glory and all so I ate a hit of acid and went to the fortune teller on clematis her face was a leathery tragedy and her legs were skinny vein-tracked mistakes but her tits were perfect crystal globes they showed me the best parts of my past for just a moment she said I was on the verge of true love, financial stability and great adventure she said I’d be healthy and happy and live a long meaningful life I told her that I’ve been in love for years, I’m broke and that she was yet another symptom of the boredom that consumes I told her that I have cancer and that the meaning of life was its complete lack of meaning I was in tears but her magical tits were the beautiful sunset at the end of a miserable rainy day what a brilliant mishap and her breasts weren’t the only stars shining downtown that night. I realized that tits are a great reason to live another day. one more unlikely savior in the void. © 2009 R.G. JohnsonAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
1589 Views
11 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on December 22, 2009Last Updated on December 22, 2009 Tags: poetry, magic, breasts, reflection, humor Author![]() R.G. Johnsonlive in the countrysideAboutI am (bang!) loneliness who harbors raindrop tears and thunder curses beneath Well Ajusteds smoggy clouds of trick-dog conformity. I am milky-silk Courteousness po.. more..Writing
|