As Moth Is Drawn To A Flame

Is it still manslaughter if you only manage to giggle during it?

Phoenix

I’m trying to be what I’ve never been please don’t wipe these droplets away I’m crying for someone other than me can we just let them fall where they may Today I’ve tears enough for the world help me remember that love is to share I’ve been cold and numb for far too long and fear I may have forgotten to care God If you hear me, make me a phoenix I’ve been selfish these many long years I will cry a river, or an ocean if need be if You’ll place healing love in my tears

My father’s laughter  

Was so loud,  

I could never tell if it was joy or pain.  

What a terrible thing it is,  

To watch your father’s pride  

Fade away  

I’m sorry you had to carry a weight  

You never asked for.  

I miss you.  

If You Give A Chicken Acid...

He’ll probably ask for a Xanax

a couple hours later

and tell you about a bad trip he had in ‘97

and you’ll nod along but you barely speak a bit of poultry.

If you give a chicken acid

he might want some nitrous

so you’ll have to find a balloon. 

He might forget where he is and won’t go home for breakfast.

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll go up to all your friends

and ask for their phone numbers and home address.

And he’ll most definitely stay out too long on the dance floor. 

If you give a chicken acid

he might tell you the truth about crossing the road

but then lie 

about where you can find the bathrooms. 

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll consider staying up with you to watch the sunrise

and maybe 

he’ll give you a line or two. 

If you give a chicken acid

you could wake up with a bad headache

and feathers in your hair

and not be able to drive home until the afternoon. 

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you solar flare, enkindle all

lounging poolside plague the apartments nearby yeah, im on your back you're, easy to second god them assume i need your — i really need your — my theoretical models more shameful than Jane Birkin theses and ripped red camelias these are no times for innocent eyes, bordellos our overeducated elbows — passers-by pre-September matchsticks arrival of late — trains you've seen it all, all it seems you've, waved goodbye, if it's fantasy made of swallowtail sensation drunk on your humid breath, — chisel your truths out: of my Mongol hordes hands that warm-up Prajnaparamita Sutra three am — is never deceased, a mouth of Korean cabbage heatwave artform, and we can superglue like last two pages, silky moist after hurricane rains

ON THE BRINK

Standing on the brink

A humble grail in hand

Contemplating that clink

According to thy command

Boisterous play, or high jinks

As the mist begins to clear

I await in the morning chill

The Passover of my fear

Oh! Silently, in the still

Whether far or near

©Johnny J P Lee

19 September 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (10)

Photos Credit J. P. Lee

(Man on a cliff, unknown source)

Do you ever begin a project, make some starting steps (write some code, opening paragraph, draw some lines etc) and next day you wake up you suddenly don't have that spark, that ebb which drove you to starting? Your ideas gone, and you still kinda want to do it, but there's next to no drive?

That would be UNPRECEDENTED! You? Writing a thing? Never happened before.

What if I wrote a thing...?👀

You long so deeply, as if it alone could pull you, yet your will remains untouched, motionless. For desire stirs the mind, but only the will moves the body.