The Party Clown

       The Party Clown   

I’ve been here and I’ve been there.

I’ve been almost everywhere.

What I do is always fun.

No, I am not on the run

I am up, I am not down.

It’s the other way around.

Life is wonderful all the time.

Have another glass of wine.

Yes, I am a party animal.

Hippie hair and raunchy sandals.

I am always up for some fun.

Time to party. Everybody come.

People call me the party clown.

Mostly when you are around.

All know a clown never cries.

He couldn’t, even if he tried.

Yet, inside,  I am a wreck.

Because you don’t give a heck.

I joke around at a party when you are there.

You don’t laugh, don’t look, you just don’t care.

What you’re doing is tearing this clown apart.

Dreaming of your love and not knowing where to start.

But,—- then,—- I’m a happy guy.

I feel good, with my head in the sky.

Yes, it is a long way down.

But, you will never see me hit the ground.

Famous last words of a party clown.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The Legacy Of Billy Joe

    The Legacy Of Billy Joe

People come and people go.

All except for Billy Joe.

He kinda just hung around.

He liked what he had found.

Though she paid him no mind.

At least she was not unkind.

The days turned into months.

Then it happened all at once.

Someone had shot her down.

Turned her life upside down.

She was an emotional wreck.

Billy Joe rubbed her neck.

He was supportive and kind.

She was at the end of the line.

She had no idea where to go.

She had never felt so low.

Billy Joe was there to lift her up.

To help her dig out of this rut.

In time, she felt much better.

He was there in any weather.

Then she finally met another.

Let nothing tear it asunder.

But, in the end, that died too.

She was hurting as to what to do.

Here came Billy Joe to give support.

He had only good things to report.

He was there till she felt better.

She wrote the guy a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Then, came that terrible day.

Billy Joe was taken away.

It was a terrible accident.

She wondered where he went.

Then, she realized he was the one.

Always there through tears and fun.

It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Cut her to her very quick.

Oh, what will she do now?

Without Billy Joe to help somehow.

Then, she remembered what he said.

The night he tucked her into bed.

“Take the good with the bad.”

“Don’t walk away feeling sad.”

“Tomorrow will be another day.”

“There will always be a way.”

She will miss Billy Joe a lot.

He helped her with all she got.

She remembered all he said.

Tomorrow, she will be wed.

He said this day would come.

Billy, I wish you were the one.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Hillbilly Justice

            Hillbilly Justice

Twinkling lights. Stars all around.

Yet, here  I am,  prison bound.

For a crime that I did not do.

I couldn’t do such a thing to you.

The judge said “guilty” in a make believe trial.

Said I would be put away for a long while.

Someone shot and killed you.

That was something I wouldn’t do.

I loved you with all my heart.

I thought we would never part.

There is no justice in this hillbilly town.

I was an outsider, I soon found.

Yet, I loved you. It was my fate.

You worked at the diner where I ate.

You served me my breakfast plate.

You said you hoped I liked the steak.

We started talking and I asked you out.

You accepted. I wanted to shout.
After a few dates, we were a number.

Locals wanted to put us under.

They didn’t take to any strangers.

Said I wasn’t born in a manger.

I came over to pick you up.

In your hand was a coffee cup.

You were dead on the floor.

A gun was lying near the door.

I grabbed it up and looked around.

That is the way I was found.

Neighbors heard the shot . Came to see.

What they found was only me.

They saw the gun in my hand.

I was a stranger in their land.

They wouldn’t believe my story.

The gun matched the bullet in Lori.

My finger prints, of course, were on it.

So goes the story of my sonnet.

I’m going to die in the state prison.

Every one said “They wouldn’t miss him.”

A stranger in a hillbilly town has no chance.

He’d be better off to not find romance.

A backwoods lawyer isn’t worth his weight.

Which was considerable, at my trial date.

Justice is a word with little meaning.

When it comes to keeping me from swinging.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Tea Leaf Deceived

            Tea Leaf Deceived

He was a guy who drifted around.

One day he drifted into our town.

He wasn’t one who looked for trouble.

I don’t want to be one to burst his bubble.

But, when he arrived, his fate was sealed.

You might say he got a rotten deal.

Right away he attracted attention.

Mostly from girls. Not to mention.

He was a real good looking guy.

That is why he caught their eye.

The town bully had a girl.

The newcomer gave her a thrill.

She started giving him a lot of her time.

The bully found out and said ‘She’s mine.”

He took a swing at the newcomer.

The result was a real bummer.

The new guy moped up the floor with him.

Then,—- he said with a grin.

“I’m not here to steal your girl.”

“I am looking for Jeffery Till.”

“He lives just outside town.”

“What do you want with him?” he frowned.

“It’s my business and none of yours.”

“Stay out of it or do you want some more?”

The bully cowered and scooted away.

He would settle this another day.

The new comer found his way to Till’s place.

He had a grim look on his face.

“Mr Till, I want to talk to you.”

“I have things to tell you that are true.”

“Who are you?” Till said with a sneer.

“You’ll find out. Have no fear.”

“I knew your daughter before she died.”

“She missed you. She cried and cried.”

“She was raped and beaten badly”

“Died from her injuries.”  He said sadly.

“Before she died she asked me to find you.”

“To tell you she missed you and loved you to.”

“She told me how you threw her out.”

“She didn’t even know what it was all about.”

“Why did you throw her out on her ear Mr Till?”

“Yelling that you didn’t forgive her and never will.”

“She had no knowledge of why you were mad.”

“I know that you made her miserable and sad.”

Mr Till said  “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Run along now and find something else to do.”

“I loved your daughter and I’m not leaving.”

“I could beat your ass, the way I’m feeling.”

Mr Till backed up, all color leaving his face.

“You better talk or I won’t leave this place.”

“O.K., o.k. I found out she was pregnant.”

“She thought you wanted her to pay rent.”

“She was NOT pregnant. You made an error.”

“Dr’s checked her after her rape affair.”

“Where did you get the idea she was?”

“I read it in tea leaves.” He said in a rush.

“Why, you stupid old fart.”

“Your ignorant superstitions tore you two apart.”

“She died of injuries and a broken heart.”

“All she wanted in life was for you to be a part.”

Mr Till broke down in tears.

“What have I done? All these years.”

“I have always lived by the tea leaf readings.”
“Now, you bring me terrible greetings.”

“I will never read tea leaves again.”

“So be it.” Said the new guy. Then,

the bully and some friends arrived.

“Grab him boys. We’ll skin him alive.”

A hell of a fight broke out then.

Mr Till helped the new guy to win.

The bully and friends were knocked out.

“Get off my property” Mr Till did shout.

The bully and friends took off.

Mr Till gave a slight cough.

Mr. Till said “I didn’t catch your name.”

The new guy said “That’s o.k., just the same.”

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for your help.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know if it will help.”

“It does Mr Till. I pray that she knows.”

With that, he was gone down the road.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Freedom Has Its Price

Freedom Has Its Price 

See the wild horses running free.

The eagle flies far above the trees.

The butterfly flirts here and there.

There is freedom everywhere.

 

My heart is chained and nailed down.

I have no freedom to move around.

If I try to be free, I will not succeed.

I am caught in the spell you’ve weaved.

 

Usually, lovers don’t want to be free.

They are enjoying all they see.

In this case,—- it is a living hell.

I am being smothered, I can tell.

 

There is no way out for me.

I will die in total misery.

You will never let me go.

I am the star of your show.

 

Without you I am half a man.

With you, I only do what I can.

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

I feel like I should, but you know I won’t

 

This is going to end in a bad way.

I can see it coming this very day.

It will be nasty for both of us.

I can’t just get on the bus.

 

There may be 50 ways to leave your lover.

But, my only way out is like no other.

I can separate the light from the dark.

Despite saying we will never part.

 

Where I go you won’t be able to follow.

I am not talking about Sleepy Hollow.

It will all come as a shock to you.

Then, you will realize you have been a fool.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Not The Way Of Nature

      Not The Way Of Nature

We were going down a narrow path.

“Hands up, or I’ll blow away your ass!!”

We were mugged on a mountain trail.

“Is nowhere safe!,” my partner wailed.

 

The man had his face covered up.

His hand was steady, sure enough.

The pistol he used looked big to us.

Fast and efficient, without any fuss.

 

This man has probably done this before.

From the non-descript clothes he wore.

He was average height and weight.

A Caucasian, make no mistake.

 

I wouldn’t know him if I saw him again.

Except for one little thing, my friend.

In my wallet was an explosive ink pack.

It’s on his hands now. I’m sure of that.

 

I only had it for demonstration purposes.

I sell them,—– but the worst is

It won’t wash off. He’ll be marked for a month.

This could help lawmen get the jump.

 

He is probably wearing gloves in the summer.

Very suspicious and a real bummer.

Hopefully, they will nail his hide.

Not right to rob people when outside.

 

Not right to rob people at all.

Time for him to take a fall.

Then my nature walks will go my way.

I can hardly wait till that day.-

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

A Train To Nowhere

 

            A Train To Nowhere

Riding the train from Calif. To Idaho.

On a trip with nowhere to go.

Watching the deserts of Nevada roll by.

Keeping busy as I try not to cry.

 

The clickity clack of the wheels remind me of you.

I need more for my mind to do.

I watch as crops come into view.

Tractors moving, men growing food for you.

 

Small towns flash by every now and then.

The people seem to have peace within.

The sun goes down and the view dims.

Hiding from sight any and all sins.

 

Having dinner in the dining car.

My thoughts drift to a place afar.

Better times and better company.

Remembering how happy times can be.

 

Sleep is restless, the dreams are real.

The rocking car brings sleep anew.

Up early and pacing around.

Not much on this trip to be found.

 

Finally, I reach my destination.

I depart the train with elation.

Then, as I look around this place.

Why am I here? An internal debate.

 

A change of scenery is good for me.

Lots of new & different things to see.

New and different things to do.

All to help me forget about you.

 

I was bored to death by the second day.

This certainly was not the way.

I realized whatever I do, you see.

I can never run away from me.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pokémon No Go

Pokemon No Go

The last time I saw you, I knew.
This was it.—- I am no fool.
You wouldn’t do it anymore.
I knew when your dress tore.
I knew it was about to end.
From here on, I was only a friend.
Why set the limits so high?
It’s enough to make one cry.
Get all worked up for nothing.
There is no sense in even fussing.
This is better when it’s done with two.
You know that as well as I do.
Just driving around, looking for a spot.
We could find one, as likely as not.
We are a team. We can score.
Do it much better than before.
I know Pokemon Go is the rage.
Don’t act like we never played.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Moving On

Moving On

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
It’s like a dark path I’m treading on.
I don’t want to be moving on.

I felt your love all around me.
Everywhere I looked, I could see.
Your love reaching out for me.
I knew your love would make me free.

It would guide me through the night.
I always felt it with all my might.
From the beginning, I knew it was right.
Your love would lead me into the light.

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
What happened? What went wrong?
I don’t want to be moving on.

I felt we were closer than water and fish.
Everything in my life depended on this.
My lover, my motivator, my all, my shelter.
Now it has all become Helter Skelter.

Perfection at its ultimate best.
Always one step above the rest.
To end it rips the heart strings.
All music ends. The birds won’t sing.

Moving on.
It looks like I’m moving on.
There is no way to get along.
I don’t want to be moving on.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Good Idea At The Time?

A Good Idea At The Time?

I saw her walking down the street the first time.
I knew I would do all I could to make her mine.
I found a clever way to get her name.
I knew my life wasn’t going to be the same.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

My only thought was that she was looking fine.
I started thinking a little further down the line.
My next move was all planned out.
Soon, she would see what I was all about.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Soon, I had a date with her. We would dine.
I wasn’t late. I was right on time.
Things went better than expected.
I knew I would never let her feel neglected.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

A second date to see a movie seemed just fine.
Things were falling together right in line.
My plan to make her mine was possible now.
I was sure it would all work out somehow.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Things worked out. She became mine.
We were now one throughout time.
Right up until she left me for another.
I should have listened to my mother.
But, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)