Joejohn Black
1 min readJan 23, 2021

To the one who always gets away

A gazebo appears as a furtive image adrift in the morning mist, a visual summons writhing within my senses. It’s a dream catcher, a bulwark of memory and aspiration where I’m bound to the romantic errands of unrequited desire.

Yet, it’s comfortable there. I rest on the seasoned wicker, hoarding a collection of heavy-hearted, lightheaded thoughts that amount to vapor, wafting among the…

Joejohn Black

Now dissecting thoughts and emotions, pinning words, then commentary to the facets, curating and sharing them as legends of my being. Then they’re on their own.