Johnny

Gale

O Rex Gloriæ Veni Cum Pace 1. The bronze-black angelus of cloud Knells; now all of nature's cowed The silver birch, in frayed cassock, Its limbs lifted; and body bowed Lowing mud-humbled heathen stoc...
Posted by Johnny on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:46:00 PST

Experiments in Exile

Raindrops flitter across the pane Trinket the flurrying greenery The ratcheting sound of the train Undermining our snuggery   The white skylight corniced in cloud Ceils-in the ghostly drumming di...
Posted by Johnny on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 09:27:00 PST

Tokyo Marketplace

A jet shears through a tarp of sky Sunlight in flinders; vendors squint Cold scalping shaves blood brought to my Cheeks; footsteps crack; like cracking flint   Sun rakes out long morning's shadow...
Posted by Johnny on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 06:55:00 PST

Winter Hangover

The sallow shapes Of offices A sneeze away From nothingness   Strange tessarae These tavern signs Fluorescents pierce My saintly sides   Sunday shoppers A ghostly flock Someone's shoulder Gi...
Posted by Johnny on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 09:50:00 PST

A Dog Freed

Into a flickering reel Of shoes and legs Watch out! the cyclists wheel (its indifferent to soft necks) That whiteness at your back Pawed with treacherous stains Do not look back Quick now the all...
Posted by Johnny on Sat, 27 May 2006 06:40:00 PST

Drowning

Trees wade into the pink sunset - Fishermen slinging knotted nets   A sound of waves buffered by rocks Where light foams on apartment blocks   Though eyes puncture the cloud's bright hull R...
Posted by Johnny on Thu, 18 May 2006 04:12:00 PST

A Bus Ride

Fissioning in drops of rain Silent detonations:                    McDonaldssssssss   Shanghai, June 2005...
Posted by Johnny on Tue, 02 May 2006 09:13:00 PST

Seagulls

Seagulls   You have seen each shore And parting Each voyage over And voyage starting    Aloft in briny turbine Hoisting your cry Above rowdy sea Amidst crowding sky   O...
Posted by Johnny on Tue, 02 May 2006 09:12:00 PST

The Baby Elephant

It tramps in its grey burlap sack of skin And sways gracelessly yet it cannot slow For fear of the pestle's impious blow Tramping through the blare and flare of evening   Like a welter of cheap s...
Posted by Johnny on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 10:35:00 PST