Jason Johnson Poet Free verse

The Long Goodnight

if only there was a way

to wash your memory
beat it against stones
               (perform my own lobotomy... 

                    ...interrupt the fibers of response)

remove the cynical tarnish tongue
that waits (breathing- taunting)
a cannula, manipulating the phone
that speaks your lies

long is this equation
tied together, 
like railroad tracks
running together concurrently;

                          pushing, pushing, pushing…

      …forward without reprieve,

valleys that wind down
stopping through thoughts--
        displaying  anguish from a looking glass.
I have lived in the freshness
of spilled water
tracing from the grey skies…


              …can one derail this train

fling it from the trussle,
as if skipping you
like a rock 
from a grenade bandaged hand
you once called truth.


instead this two sided coin
has been flipped,
smashing the wounds
forcing splinters under nails

                 if you 
                 smiled;

the force would shatter
that damn brazen smirk,

there is far more safety
in the grips
of the hooded executioner
who shares your conscious blank stare.

driving a stake 
through your chastised breast,

only to find a sepulcher
where the heart 
was never placed.

(clinging to existence
                 a parasite)

           feeding, feeding, feeding

without penalty;

		--you cannot feel
		--you cannot bleed
		--you cannot rob me

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