poetryrepairs #240 v17.09:108

author : title
Michael Lee Johnson : Life Is-Transition
Michael Lee Johnson : The Drifter

for your reading pleasure, verse
from new and established poets
poetry requires a mature audience,
if you are under 18 years of age, click here Big Fish

Michael Lee Johnson
Life Is-Transition

Transition, is song, passages. 291.5 pounds, age 66, 6'4', gross as a pig waiting for butcher's cut. Aging chews at my back, my knee joints, chisels, slivers in dampness. Legs are corn stalks burning; twist fibers, bending, late October, Halloween night. Good news, 67, lost 38.9 pounds this year, rocking gently shifting my pain away. I am no longer a beagle pup, an English cocker spaniel chasing the bitches around, no longer a champion bike rider, yo-yo champion, nor Hula Hooper dancer or swinger. Now I expand my morning stiffness with stretch rubber bands, legs lifted high then down. Wild mustard, wild black rice and the Mediterranean diet have taken over my youthful dining experiences. I no longer have nightmares about senior' discounts, or meals on wheels, part-time bus driving jobs, or aerobics. When spices are in season, I out live my postponements to my grave. Screech owl, I am an old buck, baby hoot on a comeback, dancing my ass off. Transition, shedding old lose snakeskin. Still listening to those old hits, like Jesse Colter, Waylon Jennings, "Storms Never Last." Transition, is song, passages.

poetryrepairs #240 v17.09:108

Michael Lee Johnson
The Drifter

The drifter in the room is a stranger, he is crazy, is Bigfoot with deer moccasins on- monster of condominium rooms and dreams. The drifter in this room used to be my friend. He spoke straight sentences, they did not sound like poetry? reverberated like a narrative, special lines good a few bad, or stories being unwound by the tongue of a gentleman, lip service, juggler of simple words to children. The night is a dark believer in drifters, they sound sober, affairs with the wind, the 3 A.M. honking of the Metro trains. Everything sleeps with a love, a nightmare at night. The drifter.

poetryrepairs #240 v17.09:108

thank you for reading poetryrepairs
please link to http://www.poetryrepairs.com/v17/001.html

All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

poetry repairs your heart
even as it splits it open.
The Art of Reading

Our Dancing Poet Logo! FIND GIFT BUY GIFT

No state organ: POETRYREPAIRS
accepts NO money from federal,
state, or local governments.
READERS maintain poetryrepairs

I have many things to write unto you but
I will not write with pen and ink
--JOHN the theologian

free counters

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition. -- Oxford English Dictionary

read more poetry

MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era: now known as the Illinois poet, from Itasca, IL. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, photographer who experiments with poetography (blending poetry with photography), and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois, who has been published in more than 750 small press magazines in 27 countries, he edits 8 poetry sites. Michael is the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom (136 pages book), several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems. He also has over 70 poetry videos on YouTube. Links: http://poetryman.mysite.com/. http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/promomanusa https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos http://bookstore.iuniverse.com/Products/SKU-000058168/The-Lost-American.aspx http://www.amazon.com/The-Lost-American-Exile-Freedom/dp/0595460917