Calling Bluff on the Blind

Calling bluff on the blind

Where sleeping dogs lie.

The telephone ringing

In the center of your thigh.



Dangling feathers down the

Side of my head.

Listening to that mockingbird call

Flight paths, heaven fed.



Take a look skyward

They are directing you

to the frequency rendering.

Where the bare code stands,

resurrecting.

Bare to where every coat seems outdated.

The morning, she speaks

Of translations and cups

That need drinking.



I watch my branches

Shake out words from

Their buds.

Notes that carry to your

Mental lips, whispering.



So round up your lavender

Your, muddy water and wine.

Splash it upon your face;

Rusty old artifact of time.



You are my mirror

Resurrecting from the

dusted clouds passing by.



© -Sonja J. Johnston 18-Mar-2014

Noxious neighbor wanting somes

She goes on with her pontificating.
Sterno on her fingertips,
alcohol on her lips.

Bleeding and bereaved

for the rains that never stopped.

Drugs and her found companions from the zoo of after dark.
Raising glasses,
raise a hands,
Having a blast
of delightful sin.

Kiss and tell while trying to manipulate her atmosphere, ..
The ungoliant spinning into us her futile web.


The bottle slips out of her empty hand
down to the streets end.


Somewhere it is gone.
It was left.

Away she goes on pontificating.
The grin so large.
Vacuous eyes moving in all directions.

Our flesh looks meaty, but we are protected by our doors.

Sonja J. Johnston © 06-Jan-2015