Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 07/24/24

Poet Staggers Cancels Out the Dark

There is a poem in my heart
a stop-gap love that cancels
the chamber beats.
I can’t dismiss the cane I walk with
or the heavy, pounding heart, missing breath.
There are prayers of my past etched
in abuse that I delete pictures about—
my brain recycles ruminations.
I can’t delete beats or add them.
I’m waiting for the final fall—
when the gym whistle around my neck
from grade 8 basketball class squeals
out an Amber Alert for a dying old man.

They say I’m a poet, a word dabbler
dripping sap from an old maple tree—
tin can worshiper catching leftover sins.
I face the world left, head-on.
A shot of cheap vodka
drained from an 80 Proof-1.75 Liter—
lemon and lime juice mixed in reminds me
of Charles Bukowski’s mic and desk
beers lined up for consumption elongated
in order, on the table—
those L.A. Street whores, bitches,
fantasies of men past 60.

I can’t delete past swear words,
rearrange old events, distinguish
melody from harmony notes
at the Symphony Orchestra echoes
of poor past performances.

Let me gamble what’s left: aces, spades.
Joker is bankrupt, my crucified self.
Silence over spoken reflects
quietness nibbling of self.

©2024 Michael Lee Johnson All rights reserved.

Brother Michael

Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. Today he is a poet in the greater Chicagoland area, IL. He has 313 plus YouTube poetry videos. Michael Lee Johnson is an internationally published poet in 46 countries, a song lyricist, has several published poetry books, has been nominated for 7 Pushcart Prize awards, and 6 Best of the Net nominations. He is editor-in-chief of 3 poetry anthologies, all available on Amazon, and has several poetry books and chapbooks. He has over 553 published poems. Michael is the administrator of 6 Facebook Poetry groups. Member Illinois State Poetry Society: http://www.illinoispoets.org/

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 06/30/21

SINNERafter Nina Simone/Exodus

Sinner(girl), You oughta be prayin’

I’ve done drugs
that I didn’t know existed
even after Nancy Reagan’s campaign
to Just Say No

I’ve betrayed
people that I love
who once loved me
which banishes me to the lowest circle
of Dante’s Hell

“I can’t hide you,” the rock cried out, all on that day

St. Augustine said
We are all sinners; hopeless and cursed
with these filthy urges
to fuck.

The women, at least.

So I run to the sea; it was bleeding; it was bleeding, all on that day

Revelation says
we will all be judged.
Most of us are goners
lost in an acid-trip of an apocalypse
all on that day

So I run to the sea; it was boiling, it was boiling, all on that day

A sinner;
I am, I am, I am
No absolution; no redemption
And do you know what?
I don’t give a
fuck.

POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER. POWER.

©2021 Shannon Frost Greenstein All rights reserved.

Shannon Frost Greenstein

Shannon Frost Greenstein resides in Philadelphia with her children, soulmate, and persnickety cats. She is the author of Pray for Us Sinners, a collection of fiction from Alien Buddha Press, and More., a poetry collection by Wild Pressed Books. Shannon is a former Ph.D. candidate in Continental Philosophy and a multi-time Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, Pithead Chapel, Bending Genres, Epoch Press, X-R-A-Y Lit Mag, and elsewhere. Follow Shannon at shannonfrostgreenstein.com or on Twitter at @ShannonFrostGre.