Poor Johnny Goodman

[just mercedes]

Poor Johnny Goodman
Sitting in his apple tree
Waiting for the sun to set
Soon on his misery I don't think you need the 'soon' - the line flows better without it

Poor Johnny Goodman
Looking at the sky
Hoping for the twilit hours
To quickly pass him by

Poor Johnny Goodman
Trembling fingers double check
And tighten up the coils
Of the rope around his neck


I read this as a suicide poem. I hadn't thought of the 'trembling fingers' belonging to anyone but poor Johnny Goodman. Effective poem - the last two lines pull it all together.

-BW BRINE