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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

Altre opere di Johnny Cammish...
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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Handprints

On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
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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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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…
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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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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Caught

Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
To Pestering

Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
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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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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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.
Maybe it was the sun

Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
Candles

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

There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and



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