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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

Otras obras de Johnny Cammish...
A Moth

A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
Book Covers

Never judge a book by it’s cover? Want me to bow to your proverbial… Keep spitting your self satisfied… I’ll judge a book by it’s cover I’ll gaze at the wrinkled spine
Lost

I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
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To Pestering

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

It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
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Dulce et Decorum est Mori

Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
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Cupping

Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
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In Jest, I Joke

'Bred to a harder thing than trium… Failure then? That I can do! With a glint in my eye and a smile… I can hold back the inadequacy
Blossom

Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
Coffee

Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
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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…
Tea

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

A table, covered in bills and book… A bowl of cereal scattered cables And mugs of tea, coffee and I’m out of orange juice Missing screws and balancing badly



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