I have no regret, no grinder of remorse, nor memory of the dental chair.I have no feeler of sins lost in sand dust with golden teeth, diamond over lay of lies.Do not dance, play checkers, between the lines of memory-black/white.I am a sinner wild with elbow muscle, flex right to left.Dental floss is my Jesus, purple robe, violent-victim.The cheeks of God whisper fools of toy tot decay, hanger on a cross-victim.I was an outcast of hell with flames hanging from my behind.What age of flowers is a whisper into the colors, fool enamel solid white.I wild elbows flex from right to left, dental floss violent-victim.I am owner of the cheeks of sunken bones.What left is decay open space, mouth, tongue, cavities.Christ never liked the sound of a drill, only aging of flowers, whispers from toy toots.Lost in the blur of the blue heron I toss my gambling cards, fold.Back to the farm fields forever and the sounds of wheat in the wind.Jesus is the stop point, remorse, joy, where the sounds end.I am an abstract artist, setting black outline in a dental chair,false teeth pending white, waiting for second coming.

Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois. He has been published in more than 915 small press magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites.  He has over 104 poetry videos on YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos.  He is the Chief Editor for 2 poetry anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze & Dandelion In A Vase Of Roses.  Michael Lee Johnson has been nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry 2015 & Best of the Net 2016.