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
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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 main personal website, The World of John Michael Antonio, can be found at www.johnmichaelantonio.wordpress.com