Johnny Dust

Johnny Dust Jul 2021

You can’t really plan things like this
Now my insides are turning

Not even a phone call with the therapist could calm me down

But I woke up knowing today was the day

Johnny Dust Jul 2021

Slowly But..

I'm going in fast
Gonna find a better way to make an end of everything I've never started

I'm starving dead last

Yellow ghosts let me pick up all the scraps from underneath the tables

Counting all her Problems

Never contemplating what it takes to disassemble my desire

Easy like the rest of them

All the men and all the women gather in their tiny broken houses like they

Know what’s going on

If nothings ventured nothings gained

Johnny Dust Jul 2021

Street Team

Yeah you know that I know that you left me ****** me up
Just like the dream I woke from and didn’t get enough
No I walk around pacing the floors wearing them thin
Flirting with locking myself out or locking myself in

Now I can’t get it out of my head
All of those words that you said
And I knew you meant them

I think it’s okay

Jul 2021

Kelly McManus

Plunger

So what's the big dream
to somehow own everything
and then raise the rents

Kelly McManus

Johnny Dust Jun 2021

I-20

Nothing more satisfying than wasting fossil fuels on a trip back to your hometown

And

I can’t get wasted because I wasted all of my money on drugs

Johnny Dust Jun 2021

Fathers Day

It’s perfectly normal to not be perfectly normal, and to go see your father on a national holiday when he’s just going to ask for money.

Jun 2021

William J Donovan

A Poet's Chemistry

My poetry starts with nicotine.
     After awhile I mixed in alcohol.
     Catholicism is a main ingredient.
     Puberty is a wicked mix of Absinthe.
     Next I add a father broken from war.
     My mom could be friend or betrayer.
     I had to maintain a delicate balance
     between being real or just amusing.
     Amusing is easy. Real is impossible
     yet here I am confessing once again.