blue blotters and crystal ballsA Poem by R.G. Johnsonblue with grey around the edges and dents in the fender.blue blotters and crystal balls we did it all the time when we were kids I thought it would be fun you know, reliving the glory and all so I ate a hit of acid and went to the fortune teller on clematis her face was a leathery tragedy and her legs were skinny vein-tracked mistakes but her tits were perfect crystal globes they showed me the best parts of my past for just a moment she said I was on the verge of true love, financial stability and great adventure she said I’d be healthy and happy and live a long meaningful life I told her that I’ve been in love for years, I’m broke and that she was yet another symptom of the boredom that consumes I told her that I have cancer and that the meaning of life was its complete lack of meaning I was in tears but her magical tits were the beautiful sunset at the end of a miserable rainy day what a brilliant mishap and her breasts weren’t the only stars shining downtown that night. I realized that tits are a great reason to live another day. one more unlikely savior in the void. © 2009 R.G. JohnsonAuthor's Note
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Added on December 22, 2009Last Updated on December 22, 2009 Tags: poetry, magic, breasts, reflection, humor AuthorR.G. Johnsonlive in the countrysideAboutI am (bang!) loneliness who harbors raindrop tears and thunder curses beneath Well Ajusteds smoggy clouds of trick-dog conformity. I am milky-silk Courteousness po.. more..Writing
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