Here I stand

And there you sit

Coiled in your karma wheelchair

Mired in the dysfunctional

Muck of your life

The hissing motor

Convulsing like you used to

With your cursing forked tongue

Licking the air wondering how and why

I am still breathing

In the aftermath of your molesting bites

Spitting out the venom of your touches

Laughing and smiling

At the fact that on this day

I win as I walk away

From your reptilian ways forever

Photo Credit: Giuseppe Milo (www.pixael.com) Flickr via Compfight cc



John Michael Antonio

John Michael Antonio is a freelance writer, photographer, poet and screenwriter. He claims his Midwestern roots while at the same time admitting his incurable and insatiable love and addiction for all things New York City. He has been the husband to his wife, the love of his life, for almost thirty years and is a father of three wonderful children. He is an unapologetic male feminist as well as a passionate lover of fashion, art, movies and music from all eras and genres. An endless dreamer, John Michael is also an avid historian, ex-punk rocker and a legendary Internet surfer who sleeps, on average, about four hours a day. His work has also been featured on The Good Men Project.

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