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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Thetis

I’m light
Quench me
slake my smoking chariot
In your flood
Before the smoke gets too much
And all light is quenched
With salt watered tears
Thetis, I’ll lay with you
And collect our passions
Catching steam
As we watch the sun
Go into the sea

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Chronos

I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
Commute

tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
Love by Degrees

Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
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Dumped

I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
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Candles

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Necklace

Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
Aluminium Cans

A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
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Safety

An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
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Making Time

You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…
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A Tragic Tale

How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
Tea

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
To Pestering

Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
Chemistry

Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
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'tis the little things

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
Silence

Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger



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