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I Know from My Bed
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 another-
forgetting
it is our bed,
not mine,
that I lie in.
Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada, during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet interested in social and religious topics, and the need for universal health care in the United States. He is presently self-employed, with a previous background in social service areas. He has a B.A. degree in sociology, worked on a Masters Program in Correctional Administration. Recent published poems may be found in: The Orange Room Review website: http://www.freewebs.com/theorangeroomreview/; Bolts Of Silk website: http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.com; The Flask Review: http://www.freewebs.com/theflaskreview/; Apollo's Lyre, in their webzine: http://www.apollos-lyre.com/; Chantarelle's Notebook website: http://www.chantarellesnotebook.com; Fresh! On Line Literary Magazine website: http://members.aol.com/shirgerald/shortst.htm (June 2007)
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