Legend
Amy Johnson
an enchanted torture rack?
his life was already a legend
forever joined at the genitals
such overwhelming bliss.
the best mind of a generation
consuming iambs and anapests
following with coil hard copper.
but just don't stand and wait around
pause a weak caesura,
its all you can afford.
in his mind, he thinks of them as ambiguous
to saw blades
or maybe a Catholic priest.
rightfully he wore a Ziggy Stardust haircut,
only the best for that.
he looked just like the 80's performer
John Sex.
with all the el vettes,
he would go down to the beauty shop,
book in hand.
oversea's it would most likely
double the take.
And a smirk crossed his lips,
even the members of Maktub didn't know
what the word meant.
But who cared?
it's a fine recipe to alter the state of conciousness.
For him, these were all fruitful occasions.
"Do not censor, Do not judge,
Allow the far fetched and illogical images,"
he said.
Leaving the words with you
like a lead weight.
"Visit the grave of the one you love",
if you don't understand,
read this again.
Amy Johnson says she has been writing "since I think I was 7 years old and will never stop."
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