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 by Jeph Johnson perhaps I've arrived when the waitress with the pretty brown eyes attempts to censor my work. "you're such a sweet gu... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson overgrown with lush abandon born from lavish innocence her depiction of a stand-in for my partner soon prevents my id... [read more] |
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by DaddyO I strolled through the district aptly called "red light" for crimson neon barbie doll outlines flashed like shiny new... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson As a new romantic I heard ecstasy in '84 Times were fast and best but the days moved slow and my heart awoke adult... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson bees in the ointment honey to the fly my disappointment reaches to the sky pretty things sprouting wings fly high as... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson one day after a real long dry spell it rained even though it was still hot and muggy outside the rain came down formi... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson yesterday I hid oblivious in youthful confines surrounded by my innermost convictions... I could not rhyme outside. h... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Could I remove from this world myself and a party girl and go to another place where things don't behave the same and... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson what it takes is what comes next the line that follows explains it best describes the method in context what it takes... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson my words bend yet depend on my rhyme taking shape so profound I'm surrounded, yet still they're opaque they are built... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson despite the night I see things clearly merely muddled unobscured as clouds float by my dream arrives provided I disse... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson the fragrant breeze this violet morning springs sunny long shadows as a leaflet... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson subtle scenes choreographed for me smirks turn the other way I'm in it but not in on it so I'll wait another day I do... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson roll me out of bed before the alarm sounds fairytales without a stigma attached too profound nearly Nirvana, almost a... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson I see in them so much yet silk remains untouched I hand her my prose to rifle through and hope the words nobody knew... [read more] |