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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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You

In truth, There is no 'you’ You are but a lie, a clue You flatter yourself thinking, That my entire thought unceasing Is but on one individual,
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General Announcement

Could I have my heart back please… I’m making this a general announce… As i’ve lost track of where it is Or whoever has it right now I can’t tell if it’s getting passe…
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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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A series of Haikus

Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
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Butterfly

Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
'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?
Mostly Legs

I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…
The Woods

These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
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Chemistry

Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
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Airy Nothing

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
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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Ale

Caught your eye through the bubble… Of the ale as I drank it Distorted in the glass You looked beautiful It might not be original, but cons…
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Huddersfield

Soaked pebbles and tip toeing pede… Train stations, cold bricks and co… standing in the platform Smiling at beauty sometimes smilin… I’d read Nietzsche and Kafka and…
Disruption

Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Free Range Eggs

Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large



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