T for Tom

Made Sense At The Time

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on April 12, 2012

Dirty shoes from dirty blues

Nights spent turning new shoes to used

Are a distant memory.

Fast whirls with cute girls

Spinning all night to forget all day

Is now lost on me.

Long days for no pay

Trading the bar for fighting a war

Made sense at the time.

Five years and its near

Back on the floor dancing some more

When freedom again is mine.

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Don’t Ask Her To Come Around

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on April 12, 2012

Don’t ask her to come around

It’s enough that I know her now and found her before she went out,

Out on the town,

Those rare nights she doesn’t go right home

To be alone

Because even then she needs to fake a little love.

It’s because she’s mad, mad with words and the living world

And seeing from the outside the same lies I learned to catch on the other side of the earth

Where I, too, was lonely

I, too, was mad

And I, too, went out to fake a little love with anyone.

And while we faked it together we learned nothing better

Than no time and no weather

No sun could shine or rain could fall to clean it all from the ghost in the air –

No matter here, no matter there

Everyone just needs something

And someone who wants nothing has their self to stay with;

These two can never share anything

Because with anyone they share nothing.

I guess I just need someone to share everything

Because like an unread book I share nothing

Full of words that no one reads

It’s my fault – I designed the cover.

We Should All Do Something Fantastic

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on April 12, 2012

It won’t be long until the credits roll

The curtain folds

And the story comes to an end.

Sometimes it seems as if this life is a film

Where the right lines are said

And the music fills the head

When two strange souls meet once and again

Halfway across the earth because the writer knew

That subtitles are best read when nothing makes sense.

And since I’ve never done anything crazy before

I JUMPED at the idea that

Hopping a plane

Would let me fly

Right out my mind

And into a place where snowfall keeps me warm

Because it, too, I have never seen and

Joy, too, I have long since had

But I just want a day, a single piece of time to say

“I didn’t do it for any reason particular”

But just to say I did it,

Did something fantastic.

We should all do something fantastic.