Poems from adriankjohnston
At a young age, maybe seven, I had a connection with the main character of a children's cartoon show, Dexter's Laboratory; both he and I...
Hey, hey, hey little flower
Pink with joy warmer than candle sticks
Arrayed with so much splendor
Ah, yes; I see the things God can give...
The girl-scouts came out giddy with joy
And proceeded to hang their birdy-house upon a lowly branch.
Two moments flashed a pausing void
And...
Shingles she had accounted sitting for twenty-five
Holding onto nothing while her ornaments eat the dust
Frost-bitten frigid air whistling...
Well, I seem to always say "well".
Well, is it wrong to be so well?
Well, if you could only be inside of yourself.
Well, you would see how...