Michael Lee Johnson Illinois, USA Sometimes I feel like a sad sack- a worn out old man with clown facial wrinkles. I know when I reflect, stare out my window at the snow falling from my bed, my back to yours, reflecting on my pain- ignoring yours- I isolate your love, lose your touch to…
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Electric in the Sun
Michael Lee Johnson Itasca, Illinois. I’m electric in the spring sun nomad in the summer dust my lantern burns without fuel, I lie in the deep grass with microphones tossed over my ears- and feel like I’m on a high- psychedelic blue-green grass pink sunglasses in my left hand, teeth pearly white ivory tusks, muscle…