Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

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Jesus in the devil’s dress-
I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh,
no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight,
no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your bark and trunk-
spell death to your taproot.

Absent minded you hum lies, shiver, and swallow a steady cocktail
of semen from a variety of men, minus love, several glasses Chablis wine,
eye glib stares-nomad needles and pines on the streets.
Your lips are bloody, cracked and sore when the morning comes.
Shadows of hell reflect in your messed make-up.

Stretch your skin and thin thighs pray for relief,
forfeit cheap breakfasts, silver dollars, $25 or less.
Your Johns street prey, scavengers of your flesh,
those in apartment towers, they lean over petunias, windowsills.
They form groupies, telescope hangers, hookers in your chains.

Players of different seasons, stereos, CD disks, drop in,
dress in different ways to fulfill different needs.

Brown eyes, blue eyes, cheeks pink, checks black, you are a creature of flesh.
Scandal walks on many different doorsteps.

Mysteries hang and rise in your hookers eyes.
You are good at poker, stealing chips, personal information, absorbing glances.
Your community life is nothing more than sparrow dropping into their shadows.

Your life is in the garret, pocketbook of a small town.
You try to expand your world and hideaway.

You live in the groins of my groin, and so many other lovers.

I am revert to needles and pines, ginger dust,
just another ounce of Chablis, cheap is the night.

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Michael Lee Johnson

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Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois. Mr. Johnson published in more than 1037 publications, his poems have appeared in 37 countries, he edits, publishes 10 different poetry sites. Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL, nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry 2015/1 Best of the Net 2016/and 2 Best of the Net 2017. He also has 169 poetry videos on YouTube: He is the editor-in-chief of the anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze: and editor-in-chief of a second poetry anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses which is available here: Michael is also editor-in-chief of Warriors with Wings: the Best in Contemporary Poetry, a smaller anthology available now:
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Christopher S. Bunch

The way it spoke of “the flesh” really intrigued me. I really loved the metaphors you used to describe certain things.


Needles And Pins

Needles And Pins short poem

Her arm was left out the window all night clamped at the pit which throbbed her heart hammering to do its job straining for the tiny capillaries going blue about the nail beds her arm flapped on the growing wind