Poems from johnsenm
I’m a blank slate.
Fill me up
With your arguments your blame,
The silence and the spite
And expect me not to feel the same.
I’m a blank...
I’m human clay.
Burnished and molded,
Sculpted and folded,
Fired and dry,
Broken,
But not remolded.
Grated into dust
As fine as the sand...
Scattered feathers and wings
Litter the ground in small piles of forlorn flight
Discarded plumage thrown down
Melting into the grass...
A leaf falls
Drifts in the wind
Carried on a breeze smelling of wood smoke
And the sound of splashing
Sinks into my skin
Like the sun...
Slip slowly past the run down bar
Past the street of collector cars
To the place where the painted bench sits
To the house where I lived...