I Brew in Broth
When the silence of my
life tickles in darkness
delves into my daily routine
caught in my melancholy music
at times, not exact;
then exuberant auto racing playing
at times, not exact;
(a new poem published or a kick in the ass)
kick smacks like tornado alley
in the tomato can
left over-paste
of my emotions
at times, not exact;
I realize the split of legacy,
of loyalty on its knees fractured
like a comma or sentence fragment,
naked like a broken egg
between friendship and hatred,
I stew like beef then broth
simmering
sort of liked, sort of hated,
not exact.
Michael Lee Johnson lives in Itasca, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Vietnam War era. He is a freelance writer, and poet. He is the author of: The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom, which can be found on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or iUniverse. He is now the publisher, editor of Poetic Legacy, http://www.poetriclegacy.mysite.com; and Birds By My Window: Willow Tree Poems at, http://birdsbywindow.blogspot.com