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Johnny Cammish

Johnny Cammish

Shadows

It’s been said that
I’d love a shadow
If it smiled at me.
I smile and agree:
Talking to people
Online is like
Talking to shadows
And I met you
In person first -
I have seen you
In flesh and
I was awed
Even before your
Lips met mine
So if I can love
Your shadow -
I can love your all

Altre opere di Johnny Cammish...
Coffee

Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
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Moulding

I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
Handprints

On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
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Candles

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Blossom

Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
Chemistry

Hand presses hand, Chains of carbon courting Through nuclear repellence, Processing synaptic lightning: synthesised ecstasy flickers wildl…
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The Pursuit of Happiness

Happiness is an elusive beast it is best not to pursue it through foliage and fen You’ll never catch sight of it tha… Instead, wait in darkness and bait…
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Ale

Caught your eye through the bubble… Of the ale as I drank it Distorted in the glass You looked beautiful It might not be original, but cons…
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Water

I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
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Sorry

From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
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A Tragic Tale

How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
'tis the little things

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
Braces

The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
Dynamite

Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high
Free Range Eggs

Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large



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