Dark Magic

So I used the magic sort-of- black, Put a crimp in his bowel, painful Jack, Thoughts are deeds, but they hit back, In your next life I’m advising. Just a little black in me face, Reborn in Africa’s darkest race, Born to suffer, no solace, Ol crimped bowel with me rising. So we become the best of friends, Old enemy crimped, he still pretends, A knowing look,his eyeball lends, Watch this bludger, I’m surmising . So use your visulation, only for the good, Shrink the bulging Aorta, minds eye could, Try to help the sick as you should, No nastiness on your horizon. Don Johnson

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 7/27/2012 7:48:00 AM

Hey Don!:) About reincarnation? Sending me off in a mind spin, you are! Always love reading your writes, dips and swerves but you always stay on couse. I just read your "Melancholy" comment. I phone had rang with sad news, the world stopped turning and I sat at the table, looking and listening. Emptiness can bring on the dangest thoughts! Best wishes, Mikki

Debbie Duncan

Date: 7/26/2012 11:12:00 PM

I like it ;}

Russell Sivey

Date: 7/26/2012 5:18:00 PM

Ha ha, this is a very funny piece my friend! At least at those parts that you intended to be funny! I really enjoyed the part when you become pals, that's the way life ends up being at times! This is quite the imaginative write Don! Great Work!!