Broke-Heart Biograph

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Johnny met his mark on a disordered bed 
celebrating he texted and then he was dead. that
Fentanyl paid a visit the coroner said.

Some dramatic spacing between the prologue and story.


Johnny was born in bright sterility
answer to his parents’ touch and go fertility,
a rebellious babe who strutted in the high chair,
and midget Mussolini with downy blonde hair.          

Listened to Hendrix and Nirvana at nine, 
and was never without a peace sign  statement continues after rhyme, which doesn't flow well. I tried to fix it.
along with a guitar, 
sailing away to his own star.        

Cancer at sixteen, love without tears
for the mystery of the veiled female--
to Oregon for college, wrote stories and verse,
OCD at twenty, and the world turned perverse.

To Spain for three years, in Prado del Rey to teach,
tangled with young thieves, who could not believe
an American boy was not a suitable toy,
collected colored glass off a Mediterranean beach.

Came back because he missed his amigos,
did legal aid for imprisoned migrantes,
welded art out of iron, created stop motion films   The rhyme scheme is dropped in this stanza
built gardens, raised butterflies and bees.

Our days pass on, harsh and serene,
in a predicament in practice obscene,
somewhere Johnny wanders on a cosmic shore       Memories and cosmic are vague words, and cliched in practice. Though, they are still touching, I feel like this could be described for better impact, since the build up to it was pretty good.
but our memories keep banging at his door.

All we ask of whoever’s in charge of time and space     
is a moment’s hesitation in which we can break
through the illusion of death for one final take.

The AABB rhyme scheme is not maintained in S4, S5, and S6. Also, I don't like to screw with line spacing in poems, but sometimes gook is used to fill in the cracks, and I furrow my brow.


Missile

A moments hesitation is sleep, but time won't stop. 
No, no, because when you depart, time speeds up.

Bat your eyes -- water catches fire,
time jumps rope up here in space.

Here and gone the next, there is no time to rest. 
No, no-- no time spared for the human race.