Johnny Shimsham
is a lighter
who happens to be white
I’m not superstitious
yet sometimes I do things
to keep the badness away
But it comes back
at night I say things
while I’m sleeping
Shouting in the streets
rectangles with mouths
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Johnny Shimsham
is a lighter
who happens to be white
I’m not superstitious
yet sometimes I do things
to keep the badness away
But it comes back
at night I say things
while I’m sleeping
Shouting in the streets
rectangles with mouths
6 replies on “The Scam”
Never trust a white lighter! Nice, mysterious little piece.
This is wonderfully ominous.
The last two lines can be seen as akin to a nightmare. I try to give a lot of substance that can be seen in varying interpretations. Thank you for the in depth analysis, I hope you come back for more.
It says so in the next line
Love the simplicity of the poem. The last line is very powerful and I love how it ends abruptly. The white lighter myth lives. I’m sensing more than superstition in this poem, however. Something deeper: nightmares, a bad high? Might even be read as PTSD – superstition never hit before, but now it’s sinking in. A lot to think about. Great job.
Johnny Shimsham? Who’s he?