johnson – The Little Wolf Review

gray matter

In my sleep I can feel

the few moments more you stay awake each night

thinking about me

and thinking about

For those who find my poems

So it’s been said that

to make God laugh,

When it’s just me versus everybody else,

You will be a passive audience standing

With his hands in his front pockets,

Rocking back and forth on his heels

I see the blue static that stems from my fingertips to different household objects,

A small lightning that connects me to earth

To the wooden and brown things and things made of leather.

There’s a fist that forms in the creases of his eyelids as he laughs

Reminding me that his joy comes right as he is winding up

and ends upon contact

The dim, weak light only appears beautiful when there is so much darkness surrounding it.

Fluorescence draws the eye to anything other than the light.

We can get so used to it.

We can make ourselves so blind.

But I would rather have a warm soft glow

Than the harsh phosphorescence of cylindrical bulbs

Snapping on strings above and about my head,

And I’d certainly rather have that

Than nothing

At all.

-P.J.