Handicap Parker by Michael Lee Johnson

Parking lot Helen, life is reserved for you, privileges of the mail carrier, landscaper, and bank executive.
Pull in; take forever, to leave-social excitement of your injuries to others.
Carol picks up, drops your paper, pulls the weeds from your garden, and tosses the trash away.
Talking away your time from physically strong to satisfy your socialization needs.
Time is a parking lot heaven forever, a crutch saving dimes and quarters, a few bucks.
Hypochondriac, hearing the neighbors with ringing in your ears, tummy aches,
diarrhea, dry mouth, lumps in your throat, the cat is starving.
Jesus is the Cadillac of shame.
Helen, nibble away in to suck one more breath for you.
Jesus is a Cadillac used car salesperson.

Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. He is a poet, editor, publisher, freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca, IL. Mr. Johnson published in more than 925 small press magazines online and print. His poems have appeared in 27 countries as of this date, he edits, publishes 10 different poetry sites, with over 103 videos on YouTube. Michael Lee Johnson was nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry 2015, and Best of the Net, 2016.

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