January 26 – February 1, 2015: Michael Estabrook and Michael Lee Johnson

Michael Estabrook and Michael Lee Johnson

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Michael Estabrook
mestabrook@comcast.net

Bio (auto)

Michael Estabrook, from Acton, Massachusetts, is a recently retired baby boomer poet freed finally after working 40 years for “The Man” and sometimes “The Woman.” No more useless meetings under florescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. Now he’s able to devote serious time to making better poems when he’s not, of course, trying to satisfy his wife’s legendary Honey-Do List.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Michael Estabrook and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Altruism

My daughter is boycotting
companies that lie to her
or steal from her.
On her hit list so far:
Comcast, Apple, Hertz, Commerce
Insurance, Walmart, Sorrento’s Pizza
and a local gas station.
I warned her
that she’s going to run out
of stores and services
by the time she’s my age.
Fuck ‘em, she sai


Progress?

Decades ago
as a traveling pharmaceutical sales rep
I managed to take care
of my customers
perfectly fine without
the urgent necessity of laptops
cellphones, iPads, tablets
email, voicemail, texting and tweeting
by frequenting an old-fashioned pay phone
in the Howard Johnson’s lobby
in the Cranford rest area off exit 136
of the Garden State Parkway.


Decoy

In the oldest part of town
tall chimneys sprout majestically
from stately gabled roofs. Attached
to the top of one of those chimneys
is an ugly weather-worn plastic owl
put there to scare the pigeons away
The pigeons know this because
only on this particular roof
do they land, flap, strut, coo, mate
preen themselves
and crap all over the place.



Michael Lee Johnson
promomanusa@gmail.com

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Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era: now known as the Illinois poet, from Itasca, IL. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, photographer who experiments with poetography (blending poetry with photography), and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois, who has been published in more than 875 small press magazines in 27 countries, he edits 9 poetry sites. Michael is the author of The Lost American: "From Exile to Freedom", several chapbooks of poetry, including "From Which Place the Morning Rises" and "Challenge of Night and Day", and "Chicago Poems". He also has over 71 poetry videos on YouTube. Visit Michael on the web here.

The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Michael Lee Johnson and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

If You Find No Poem

IIf you find
no poem on
your doorstep
in the morning,
no paper, no knock on your door,
your life poorly edited
but no broken dashes
or injured meter-
 
if you do not wear white
satin dresses late in life
embroidered with violet
flowers on the collar;
nor do you have
burials daily
across main street-
 
if no one whispers
in your ear, Emily Dickinson-
you feel alone-
but not reclusive-
the sand child
still sleeping in your eyes-
wiping your tears away-
 
if you find
no poem on
your doorstep-
you know
you are not from New England.