Your Bracelet Says Enough.

We circle one another
Like nurse sharks
In the darkness
Of this night.

A stillness lurks
In the shades
And undertones
Of your lexicon

I feel subtle excoriation
Between the palatalization
Of your syllables
Undesirable apostrophes

You talk in miniature letters
Lower-cased expressions
You aren't laconic
You aren't revolutionary
You are…obsequious

Maybe it is only
The way you talk
Maybe it is only
The way I listen

But I'm not hearing
That you play the Sitar
You won't live up
To many commitments

When I speak
Under these black lights
Against white garments
нерозуміиш.


~Don't get caught on the wrong side.

любов,

іванченко.

Fish.

We parted like a school of fish seeking liberty.
And now we're caught in tidal pools.

One day; some hour.
Luna will do her work to free us.


Love,

Johanssen.

You Were Always Charming.

I remember meeting you.

It was behind the bleachers

At a high school football game

We were young then.

15, Not old enough to know

The torment and pain we would face

It was November. 

The Night's cold stabbed at our collarbones

Vapour composed our temporary breath

Our eyes met in unrealised damnation.

I'd like you to realise that damnation right now

I still smell your smile on my molars.

Tomorrow morning you won't be on my mind.

But you'll be thought of when I sleep tonight

And that's a secret you'll never know

~I keep moving.

Love,

Johanssen.

Call Me Anti

I cannot bring myself to subscribe
To that which you espouse.

I am a choking victim
In a strangler's culture.

Debutants and Dilettantes,
With faces like a crucifix.

I want a promise of a tomorrow
With no accusations of turpitude.

I am the nuance of your nation
You call me anti.

Because I use an evolved vernacular,
Because dissolving delusion is my creed.

Because Kropotkin's refusal is heroic,
Because Schiller and Bakunin must be read.

I am against you.
You are my vapid pursuit.

Twisted Moralist. Ethical Despot.
Listen to your humanity.



~ Gloves off; I read your pamphlet for ammunition.

Peace and Love,

That guy.

Trying To Resolve My Insomnia.

Drunk.
Reading poetry.
Pondering love interests.

And wondering if after I die;
Will I be as gracious a winner
As D.H. Lawrence.

I seem to know a lot
About inexperience
And my own ineptitude
These days.

And
My resolve is a distant glimmer
In the shit I spew to you
For free.

~Frozen Eyes, Sweaty Back; Henry Rollins Won't Take That Flak.

Love,

Johanssen.

Press ON.

Please continue.

I love when you are

Spilling that shit from your face.

It is helping these uneducated clients.

And later tonight,

You can leap into your awful

Cadillac CTS

--An ugly, and poorly engineered

Vehicle--

That I once door dinged.

I loathe your presence

And your advice.

Your wisdom is similar to

A sock puppet

Of misfortune,

Inflated at dawn whose shadow

Blots out the path

Of ants about their daily business.

You impact infants and insects.

You are merely

An Incumbrance

of my life.

Much like that time

I was the only person attacked

By swamp leeches.

You will not rock me

My boat is firmly fixed.

It may seem beached

But like Ahab, it will pursue

The final fugue.

Freedom.

Love,

Johanssen

Gremlins.

An afternoon of solace

The shadows creep

Through the windows

Down the walls

Gremlins with tea kettles

Snicker across the floor

Beneath my bed.

They hold me

here

In my place.

Love,

Johanssen.

Irony

There's a thick fucking line
Dividing Irony and
Stupidity.

There's a difference
Between libidinal expression
And what you posit as a human being.

We are the quotidian miscarriages
A tomorrow dead in its tracks

Maybe we'll make it.

Love,

Libidinal desire on the fjords
of electro-schock and broken antlers
piercing promisees of tomorrow.

Into Nothing We Melt

Beyond your narcoleptic tragedies
I walk.
Like the footprints of a cat
Calculating through the foggy night
These alleyways
Disappear

Into nothing.

And so will you.
So will I.

And there
In the rocking chair
Looking out the bay window
Like Scottie Ferguson
Longing for yesterday
I will find you
Seeking a friendship
Of lost causes and
Broken hearts.

I've broken this.



~Spread your god-damn wings.

Love,

Johansen.