RED CENT

Hey Sir, when you gonna’ make a dent?
With all the money you’ve been making, you haven’t served up a cent.
Time is sitting here wasting
While your fellows are congregating.

Taking arms in your video game seems to make sense
Arming your virtual defense.
The backlash of eyes burning
As the world keeps on turning.

When it comes to life, are you just going to fake it?
Do you know when to act or are do you just forsake it?

Everything is outside of the window
The sun and the moon glow
Knocks on the front door,
but you don’t answer it do you?

When the day comes, what do you have to show?
A filled up hard drive and broken down back.

When it comes to life, are you just going to fake it?
Do you know when to act or are do you just forsake it?

© 24-Jul-2017 Sonja Johnston

Landslides

Mad eyes
Landslides.
Hang-gliding through past lives.
Sliding through my buttonhole,
But I'm still in control
While others crash land in quick demand.

Harvard guise
Alcohol dimming his eyes.
Skin peeled back to scenes unreal.
No sooner than likely
The trash is full of fools in clown shoes
Waiting for those who can also
Help them down into the rabbit hole.

-© Sonja Johnston 11-May-17

Nexus

We throw our faith on the line;
A heartfelt shine.
A mad hatter's gleam
In an ethereally charged suit.

Eyes snap to the music of it;
The sweet hum carrying our souls,
Connecting us out of the patterned confines.

When they try to strike my pose,
it looks like Harpo.
Yet, it makes everyone laugh and sing a

different tune of boy and jazz.
I pick it up and play it on the B side with some seriousness.

The allegory is in each human encounter.
You can't just wash your body of it.
If you live it, it gets stuck somewhere on you... in you.

We throw our faith on the line to be luminous.

The hum, louder now, elevating the shine from the dew.

Music finds a way in.
I take off my shoes
Anticipating,
yet the melding that made this art as we call it to life is worth every moment of its profundity.

© 27-Apr-17 Sonja J Johnston