Give me booze or give me Jesus
If we listened to the bottom of the vodka bottle,
or finished the last chapter book of Revelation,
the spirits toss in the cards, the chips-
pray for a gambler.
Listen to summer sun, birds that chirp,
these are the beginnings and where it ends.
–Michael Lee Johnson
Michael 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
925 small press magazines in twenty-seven countries, he edits 10 poetry sites, and has 103 poetry videos on YouTube.