Who The Fuck is the Editor? By Alex S. Johnson

Who the fuck is the editor?

The editor's up there 

in the loft, with mirror shades

smoking a Dunhills cigarette 

an elegant hooligan in a 

pinstripe suit

with quantum cufflinks 

With M-80s in his pocket and 

a smile like lightning glimpsed 

through the eye of a 

hurricane

He's standing by

the eternal shoreline now

in his board shorts, with 

luminous blond hair and 

a dazzling style 

zig-zagged through his profile

Also Who the Fuck

came running alongside

snapping photographs

of dirty underwear

And glowicky flesh.

The strung-together beads of 

celebrity

under close observation

resembled hieroglyphs

a moon alphabet

dream ciphers

your face absorbed in the

Vantablack dark 

Who the Fuck is 

Time ran

Off the rails in a 

spectacular chain reaction

That demon pose beloved of

angelic journalists

Rushing forever towards the 

eclipsed shoulder of 

the 

Holy Spirit. 

Known for an innovative style that combines elements of Beat poetry, the Romantics, Dada and Surrealism, hip-hop, black metal and jazz, Alex S. Johnson has been published in numerous venues over the years, including the HYDROPHOBIA anthology, poeticdiversity, HWA POETRY SHOWCASE VOLUME III, ALTERNATE LANES, Horror Sleaze Trash, Unlikely Stories and 13 Mynah Birds, among many more. He is the author of the dark poetry collections THE DEATH JAZZ, SKULL VINYL, THE FLOWERS OF DOOM and THUNDERSTRUCK, the latter in collaboration with Sandy DeLuca and Alea Celeste Williams. In 2011 he was a featured reader at the renowned Beyond Baroque venue in Venice Beach and has read alongside punk poetry icon Iris Berry. His current projects include THE JUNK MERCHANTS 2: A LITERARY TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS and ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE: A DISASTER RELIEF ANTHOLOGY with contributions by such luminaries as Susan Shwartz and Alexandra Honigsberg. Johnson lives in Carmichael, California with his family.