{"id":15519,"date":"2024-12-11T23:53:38","date_gmt":"2024-12-11T21:53:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15519"},"modified":"2024-12-11T23:53:38","modified_gmt":"2024-12-11T21:53:38","slug":"poems-by-michael-lee-johnson-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15519","title":{"rendered":"poems by Michael Lee Johnson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>I Feel Lightning in Your Wind<\/em><\/strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>I<\/strong>\u00a0feel light in a thunderstorm.<\/p>\n<p>I electrify your touch through my veins.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m the greenery around your life <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>that breathes your earth into your lungs.<\/p>\n<p>I challenge all your false decisions and doctrines<\/p>\n<p>with the glory of my godliness.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m your syntax, your stoic,<\/p>\n<p>your ears, your prize.<\/p>\n<p>I walk daylight into your morning breath<\/p>\n<p>allow you to breathe.<\/p>\n<p>I let the technique of me into your brain cells;<\/p>\n<p>from the top tip to the bottom<\/p>\n<p>of small baby foot extensions.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m the banquet hall of all<\/p>\n<p>your joys, damnation;<\/p>\n<p>your curses, your emotions<em>\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n<p>and you\u2019re breathing with the wind.<\/p>\n<p>##<\/p>\n<p>*This poem converted into a song:<\/p>\n<div class=\"jetpack-video-wrapper\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"812\" height=\"457\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lduJMf0MrWw?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent&#038;listType=playlist&#038;list=RDLp8Okj_zpQs\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p><strong><em>Poet In an Empty Bottle<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>I&#8217;m<\/strong>\u00a0a poet who drinks only red wine.<\/p>\n<p>When inebriated with earthly<\/p>\n<p>delusion and desire, I crawl inside<\/p>\n<p>this empty bottle of 19 Crimes Red Wine,<\/p>\n<p>lone wolf, no rehab needed, just confined.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Here, behind brown tinted glass<\/p>\n<p>and a hint of red stain, I can harm no one<em>\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n<p>body squeezed in so tight, blowing bubbles,<\/p>\n<p>hidden, squirming, can&#8217;t leap out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My words echo chamber, reverberating<\/p>\n<p>back into my tinnitus ears.<\/p>\n<p>I forage for words.<\/p>\n<p>Search for novel incentives.<\/p>\n<p>But the harvest is pencil-thin<\/p>\n<p>the frontal cortex shrinks and turns gray.<\/p>\n<p>Come live with me in my dotage.<\/p>\n<p>There are few rewards.<\/p>\n<p>My old egg-beater brain is clunking out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I lay here, peace and quiet in prayer.<\/p>\n<p>I can hardly breathe in thin air.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a symbol of legacy crumbing<\/p>\n<p>stored in formaldehyde. Memories here<\/p>\n<p>are likely just puny, weak synapses.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m not afraid of death, I just don&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>want to be here when it happens.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Looking out, others looking in at me.<\/p>\n<p>Curved glass is a new world intangible dimly defined.<\/p>\n<p>I no longer care about cyberspace, uncultivated<\/p>\n<p>wild women, the holy grail of matrimony.<\/p>\n<p>I likely will never write my first sonnet<\/p>\n<p>with angels; I only fantasize about them in dreams.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Quiet in osteoarthritis pain is this poet<\/p>\n<p>who only drinks 19 Crimes Red Wine.<\/p>\n<p>##<\/p>\n<p>*Quote by Woody Allen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Feel Lightning in Your Wind\u00a0 &nbsp; I\u00a0feel light in a thunderstorm. I electrify your touch through my veins. 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