Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for May 19, 2024

Is this foreshadowing of the moving plotline or just another example of JJ the poet?

I still don’t understand the condo / guest house / where gus lives situation if someone can explain

What a sad story!

And at the end of this ride they’ll beheaving.

Although not shown, Janis’ top is among the articles lost. I’m allowed my own interpretation.

My wife and I are on a bumpy roller coaster right now with life.

Kim Simmons (member of Savoy Brown) exploited the same play on the word “progress” on a cut (Hernando’s Hideaway?) on the “A Step Further” album.

kind of wish they would carry on with the story line, even on Sundays

Sometimes progress is really just egress.

There’s a couple named Janis and Arlo,

and he still thinks she’s built like Harlow.

They’ve gone on a ride, and not to be snide,

but I think they will end up in Fargo…

A little commentary on the story arc which continues in the following weeks . The cautious start of the new adventure, anticipation of what is ahead, building to the peak, and finally the rush. How will they react as they step from the ride?

a beautiful poem reaffirming of life and hopethat Alex’s life was cut a tragedy that we should take to heart to change[- not to start a rancorous discussion of what that could mean]let’s just let Alex’s poem be a moment of progress and progress to start anewthank you Alex and Yakety for sharingin spring a time of renewal, beauty- planting seeds to nurture together not shower with vitriolic poison.. peace

I sense a veiled message here, Mr. Johnson.

Life is like a roller coaster. I just wish the downs were all a little smoother rather than a hard fast drop and the rise faster than a long, slow, and sometimes painful climb.

There you have it, context is very important.

Everyday, it’s a gettin’ closer,

Goin’ faster than a roller coaster,

Reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes …“Let’s go exploring”.

English can be weird. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

“Progressive” means going in all the wrong directions for all the wrong reasons.

I love the poems.