In this gender bender of life we render maybe we should be more kind and tender and offer more fruit than rind.
Patience for Mangoes
Author: Denzel Johnson-Green
Hey, there. I'm a poet that lives in St.Pete. I love wacky, strange poems that blind fold you and take you places. Rhymey, surreal, no-rhyme, social critique, yadda-yadda-yadda.
Cloud Watching and Card Games
Today the clouds play cards and their faces are cut by stone, with glossed over eyes of granite, finely carved. I walked by the Municipal Services Center where folks pay bills and parking fines and where that banner hangs calling Saint Petersburg the City of Sunshine. I walked by the Newsstand from the Tamba Bay … Continue reading Cloud Watching and Card Games
Delirium
Bubble, bubble! a lake without air, is a lake in trouble! Fish of a kind find, that livin aint eezy and it makes you feel queasy when breathin takes more time... Good for algae, hoorah, hooray! Low oxygen levels save their day! Say, what about everythin’ else? You know, the guppies, the underwater puppies, the … Continue reading Delirium
Under Where? a short poem
I’m out of luck, and free of care, cuz I aint got no clean underwear.
Can the President Come Outside and Play?
It's hard hearing about past presidents; the news checks up on them every now and again they knock plaintively on their old door and some face answers "Jimmy had a fall today but tomorrow he'll be fine to play" or "George is feeling a bit under the weather, he'll cheer up soon, we know he'll … Continue reading Can the President Come Outside and Play?
“Intermezzo Summer: Observations of an Absurd Writer’s Group” a poem
Intermezzo sunshine, never skimpin' on the fun times. Walls white, clean like an Apple Store, and everybody folds in place like the wings of a paper crane and everybody logs-in to this multiplayer game. Pearly eyed poets and wrinkly fingered writers, rambling, peanut butter and jamming to soft indie rock, feet tapping, pens snapping a … Continue reading “Intermezzo Summer: Observations of an Absurd Writer’s Group” a poem
Thursday Central 