About those Boots by the Door, by Gregg Johnson
Narrated by Adam Harley
diamond studded footsteps stamp out time to the forged platinum shadow walkers,
balancing on tighter ropes, navigating a razor thin edge
above the cavernous void, a friendly abyss
where fireflies are dancing like trophies
presented upon the successful tapping
by effervescent ruby colored cosmologists
awarded for those who found the most black holes,
a singularly quantum achievement, now that every proton has one
In the harbor where the pier juts out
beyond the glistening seals,
where the tusks of old walruses are traded,
the discovery of prehistoric frog DNA was found caked in the dogshit
stuck to the treads of neanderthalic leathery boots
which had to be shaken from the gnawing jaws of hungry cheetahs
as they cut through the las vegas asphalt,
swinging in their hammocks, ringing wind chimes above shady palm tree groves
where the chips from last night's poker take fell unnoticed
beneath the swinging pachyderm trunks
perched on careening clown car parades
dedicated to the rap music moguls meeting at their corporate tattoo chain
all these difficult events found a remodel
on the way to an easy slide up into the Babylonian heap
where the lost Treasure library of life’s secrets was to be revealed, just yesterday!
Passive, like jello, formed in the tupperware rectangle
in a response to Global cooling trends, nonexistent banana slices browned within
spouting ice geysers, writing the story
looking for a rhyme with cycle
connections? If you go there too, spin round and round
and the spiral will eventually circle to the cavernous void,
where fireflies are dancing
to the toe-tapping leathery boots that wait by the door
About that tree, by Gregg Johnson
Narrated by Adam Harley
Perhaps someday I'll believe my eyes
when, in time to come,
endless deserts of earthy sand
stop hiding your gleeful chortles,
showing how empty the sky was
before dawn's greasy streaks
turn to green summery shades,
and blazing into
a glorious emerald harvest
all bare branches covered with hospitable
leaf-shaped snails
bowing in devotion toward the sea
where longing sinews stretch forth.
Living in the instant of recognition,
forgetting all tears. overrun by happiness,
lasting through the breathless nights
of unending mountain springs
of gushing dreams, this tree
glimmering, disappearing, was surprised
by direct encounters with streaming lights.
Wavering on the calm shore
where frothy fox clouds are retreating like grapes, breathing out a windy sky,
while weaving exhalations in whispers that stay silhouetted
against the blooming blankish buds,
they're hoping to get smeared with the golden opulence of sunbeams
appearing in a miracle of singularity,
to be astonished by the fairy tale images
that got plucked one night when the rivulets of moonlight
glistened on the hanging shrubs,
reflecting the enraptured, spherical, shadowy riddles drawn in those clouds,
rain crackling down, bubbling, sprinkling,
hanging for the briefest of moments in this vaporous air.
February 18, 2021, 5:53:21 PM