The Motion In Motive
a virtual chapbook of poetry and prose
AND A WORK IN GRAPHIC PROGRESS
Charley Plays a Tune
Michael Lee Johnson
Crippled with arthritis
in a dark rented room
on a dust filled
on a playground of sand
years ago by a handful of children
playing on monkey bars.
He now goes to the bathroom on occasion,
peeing takes forever; he feeds the cat when
he doesn't forget where the food is stashed at.
He hears bedlam when he buys fish at the local market
and the skeleton bones of the fish show through.
He lies on his back riddled with pain,
pine cones fill his pillows and mattress;
praying to Jesus and rubbing his rosary beads
Charley blows tunes out his
notes float through the open window
touch the nose of summer clouds.
Charley overtakes himself with grief
and is ecstatically alone.
Charley plays a solo tune.
Poem © 2007 Michael Lee Johnson, all rights reserved
appears here by permission