Saturday, September 14, 2024

Alone to the Alone By Alex S. Johnson


For Kari Lee Krome 


Life can and 
will 
snap your 
heart like a
dry pine

Bough.

The rainbow sweeps its
rippling 
wings above
the ribcage of
form

It feels insane sometimes. Not 
trusting, not 
daring to

Trust.

The robes of whore death
rustle 
the Pope has spoken his 
sonorous 
mouth detached like a 
furry saucer from the
teacup.

Merrit Oppenheim I am 
ready for my 15 seconds
of
absurd 
fame. 

Marcel Duchamp I am breathing hard.
My ironic fossil dive bombs
off a 

Cliff of
roses.

Sister, I stand 
next to 
you in
silence.

As we walk 
the pathways

As our hands flower into
blasts of 
stars

As birds like grace 
notes
render themselves
music. 

It's more quiet now than
I recall.

There's a softness that
divides this
sorrow like

A mysterious Nancy Drew
passageway through

The library 

Archive of new beginnings.

Echo the cheering section 
Echo the soft and
rapturous 
communion.

Time sits comfortably on
a stoop 
Swigging a bottle of angels. 





Alex S. Johnson is a retired English instructor, disability rights activist, author, editor and publisher (Nocturnicorn Books). He is known for his highly unusual poetry style which combines influences from Dada and Surrealism to hip hop, black metal, industrial noise, T.S. Eliot, Walt Whitman and Rimbaud. His books include the acclaimed collection The Death Jazz, Bureau of Dreams, The Doom Hippies and Bizarrely Departed. His work has appeared in such venues as Horror Sleaze Trash, Black Noise, Bizarro Central and Cease, Cows. His upcoming books include The Junk Merchants 2: A Literary Tribute to William S. Burroughs, featuring a roster of luminaries including Poppy Z. Brite, Caitlin Kiernan, John Shirley and the co-founder of the iconic Goth rock band Bauhaus, David J. Haskins. Johnson ilves in Sacramento, California with his family. 


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