'Deep in my Couch' by Michael Lee Johnson

Deep in my couch

of magnetic dust,

I am a bearded old man.

I pull out my last bundle

of memories beneath

my pillow for review.

What is left, old man,

cry solo in the dark.

Here is a small treasure chest

of crude diamonds, a glimpse

of white gold, charcoal,

fingers dipped in black tar.

I am a temple of worship with trinket dreams,

a tea kettle whistling ex-lovers boiling inside.

At dawn, shove them under, let me work.

We are all passengers traveling

on that train of the past—

senses, sins, errors, or omissions

deep in that couch.

Copyright. Michael Lee Johnson

Michael Lee Johnson is an internationally published poet from the greater Chicagoland area, IL. He has several published poetry books, been nominated for 3 Pushcart Prize awards and 5 Best of the Net nominations and is editor-in-chief of 3 poetry anthologies, all available on Amazon. He is a member of the Illinois State Poetry Society, illinoispoets.org.