Chicago Street Preacher (V4) Street preacher server of the Word, pamphlet whore, hand out delivery boy, fanatic of sidewalk vocals, banjo strummer, seeker of coins, crack cocaine and salvation within notes. Camper on 47th from Ashland to California promoting his penniless life, gospel forever Kingdom drifter here comes your reward. Fig Tree (V2) Fig tree, … Continue reading Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
Just Because, Bad Heart
By Michael Lee Johnson Just because I am old do not tumble me dry. Toss me away with those unused Wheat pennies, Buffalo nickels, and Mercury dimes in those pickle jars in the basement. Do not bleach my dark memories Salvation Army my clothes to the poor because I died. Do not retire me leave … Continue reading Just Because, Bad Heart
Old Men Walk Funny
By Michael Lee Johnson Old men walk funny with shadows and time eating at their heels. Pediatric walkers, prostate exams, bend over, then most die. They grow poor, leave their grocery list at home, and forget their social security checks bank account numbers, dwell on whether they wear dentures, uppers or lowers; did they put … Continue reading Old Men Walk Funny
Injured Shadow
By Michael Lee Johnson In nakedness of life moves this male shadow worn out dark clothes, ill fitted in distress, holes in his socks, stretches, shows up in your small neighborhood, embarrassed, walks pastime naked with a limb in open landscape space- damn those worn out black stockings. He bends down prays for dawn, bright … Continue reading Injured Shadow
Canadian Seasons Exiled Poet
By Michael Lee Johnson Walking across the seasons in exile in worn out house slippers, summer in Alberta prairies- snowshoes, cross-country skiing winter in Edmonton, Alberta. I'm man captured in Canadian wilderness, North Saskatchewan River. I embrace winters of this north call them mercy killers. Exiled now 10 years here I turn rain into thunder, days … Continue reading Canadian Seasons Exiled Poet
Classic 70’s Chick
Classic 70's Chick (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70's chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long legs stretched out beneath this dinette table, these high wooden heels hang … Continue reading Classic 70’s Chick
Saskatchewan Sky
Saskatchewan Sky By Michael Lee Johnson Saskatchewan sky, just a preview of love, chip off an edge of prairie chip an edge off winter- and opening multiple eyes toward spring. They-lovers, find themselves near evening bush fire- great seal fish and open lake, cuddle together- so wonderful there- where she comes from, where did she … Continue reading Saskatchewan Sky
Lorie
Lorie By Michael Lee Johnson Lorie, you want to see me clearly through this joy of my naked body avoiding the sweat of my emotions, just breathing on my neck rubbing this baseline of my groin- will not find us here again. Go away, leave me thinking louder than your breath- body moves quietly in … Continue reading Lorie
Restless Hawk
Restless Hawk (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson The angels of wings are always in flight be the devil or archangel Michael. I'm a hawk, I'm a night owl night barroom flights, fighter, seeing eyes that eye me contact, not blind, a rhythm of sensuality. I take my shower, deep breath, scrub good off my skin, breathe … Continue reading Restless Hawk
Academy of the Heart And Mind 