THREE POEMS – Michael Lee Johnson

Posted: March 29, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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A Patch of Green
By Michael Lee Johnson

A four way traffic stop,
a patch of green turf
squared-off in the median,
where a blackbird pecks
for a worm box-lunch,
goes unnoticed,
rush hour traffic
passes-
another day.
-2008-

Old Farms and City Malls
By Michael Lee Johnson

Wal-Mart stores popping up like rabbits
from sunken holes in the suburbs;
concrete buildings, used old large spaces,
solid hard concrete floors
unemployment babies suckling’s on the application line.
Bagel babies, Subway, Stables, Home Depot,
Ace Hardware, Century 21 babies, they are all the same.
They have capacious concrete buildings, concrete slabs,
very hard wood or cement floors
they dance in the night with no love but security guards.
I see no doves, pigeons around Butler International golf course.
Oakbrook, old farms, turned from dust to economic villages,
pour out remaining farms into terraces with neon lights.
Southeastern pines, old wood, of your young youth have gone by
to stained brick, stale drywall, stiff old cedar and dust.
I see no sparrow, no bushes or birches, just cinders and dust.
I want to find some sweetheart tonight, nothing here
in the vacant mall lots but night,
cinder and dust.
Wal-Mart stores popping up like rabbits.
-2008-

I Work My Mind like Planet Earth
By Michael Lee Johnson

I work my mind
inward into a corner of knots.
Depressed beneath brain bone
I work my words, they overwork me.
Fear is the spirit alone, away from God.
Hospital warriors shake pink pills, rattle bottles of empty dreams.

I walk my ward down the daily highway;
I work the roadmap of spirit,
weed out false religions.
Only one God for so many Twelve Steps programs.
I wrap myself around support groups,
look for dependency within their problems.
I publish my poems, life works,
concerns on floor five.
I edit my redemption, escape from the laundry room;
run around in circles like planet earth,
looking for my therapist
to seal my comfort.
-2007-

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Comments
  1. I just love all three of these poems. They work so well together, and they work fine on their own, too. Just wonderful symbols, word choice, line breaks….EVERYTHING.

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