Tequila
Single life is-tequila
with lime,
shots of travelers,
jacks, diamonds, and then spades,
holding back aces-
mocking jokers
paraplegic aged
tumblers of the night trip.
Poltergeist define as
another frame,
a dancer in the corner
shadows.
Single lady don’t eat
the worm…
beneath the belt,
bashful, very loud, yet unspoken.
Your man lacks verb, a
traitor to your skin.
- Michael Lee Johnson 2015
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 875 small press magazines in 27 countries, he edits
9 poetry sites. Michael is the author of The Lost American:
"From Exile to Freedom", several chapbooks of poetry, including
"From Which Place the Morning Rises" and "Challenge of Night and
Day", and "Chicago Poems". He also has over 73 poetry
videos on YouTube.
1 comment:
Excellent poem!
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