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Johnny Cammish

Thetis

I’m light
Quench me
slake my smoking chariot
In your flood
Before the smoke gets too much
And all light is quenched
With salt watered tears
Thetis, I’ll lay with you
And collect our passions
Catching steam
As we watch the sun
Go into the sea

Altre opere di Johnny Cammish...
Just a dance

I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…
Disruption

Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Instrument

The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
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Safety

An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
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Clockwork

Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
False Memories

I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Before the leaves were crushed underfoot

A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
A Moth

A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
Aluminium Cans

A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
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Maybe it was the sun

Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
Morning

And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
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In Jest, I Joke

'Bred to a harder thing than trium… Failure then? That I can do! With a glint in my eye and a smile… I can hold back the inadequacy
To Pestering

Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
Airy Nothing

It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
Lost

I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
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