Aerial Roadblock
Hey! Yo! Are you listening?
I think I love you!
I’ll do anything for you, I promise.
Are you listening?
Never mind. Forget it.
You can’t hear me anyway with that
Damned Jet
Flying overhead.
— Stace Johnson, 1987
Category Archives: Original Poetry
Muse Abuse
Muse Abuse
You say we’re put on this Earth to amuse
ourselves; to summon an indulgent Muse
to teach us to write and sing
words of little meaning.
I think I was put on this Earth to abuse
myself; to invoke an impatient Muse
to dismiss me, silently calling
me a love-starved Sisyphus striving.
— Stace Johnson, 1986
Portrait MCE
Portrait MCE
After cummings
M.C. Escher
Lost among infinities
that still
blend perspectives into one
mobius strip
and draw onetwothree...
forevers justlikethat
in a dream.
You were a puzzling man
and what I want to know is
which of the figures are YOU in
"Relativity?"
— Stace Johnson, 1985
(Please take the time to read cummings' original poem,
"(Buffalo Bill's)" at Poetry Foundation.)