The angels of wings are always in flight

be the devil or archangel Michael.

I’m a hawk, I’m a night owl night

barroom flights, fighter,

seeing eyes that eye me contact,

not blind, a rhythm of sensuality.

I take my shower, deep breath,

scrub good off my skin, breath

in the single night, air alone.

These shadows highway unknown

Jesus crosses my night path

Jesus crosses my sky early morn

with a paintbrush, a rainbow

and a promise when

I wake a new dream begins.

       Single life is a barroom bitch.

                                                              ~Michael Lee Johnson

                                                               Itasca, USA