Michael Grover -

Michael D. Grover

Michael appeared in issue #2, the Fall/Winter 2008 edition of The Stray Branch with the following poems...

"A Real Life Poem"
"Sleepwalkers Union"
"Any City, Any Town, Any where"

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Michael D. Grover is a Florida born poet. As a drifter has lived all over the country. Michael's poetry has been published all over the literary underground in places like Cause & Effect, Citizen 32, Alphabeat Soup, The San Gabriel Poetry Quarterly, Mad Poets Review, Philadelphia Poets and the anthologies One Drop: To Be The Color Black, West Memphis Witchhunt, and My Time: The Lunch Break Book and online including www.saintvituspress.com, www.outsiderwriters.org, www.getunderground.com, www.dyingwriters.com, DecomP Literary Magazine, Zygote In My Coffee, Redfez.net, Whirlygig Zine, and Beat The Dust. Michael is now back in Florida from there he hosts the website www.covertpoetics.com, co-edits CP Journal, and hosts a reading at Exodus Coffee & Culture in Port Saint Lucie. Michael spends entirely too much time in his lab where he experiments with words and sound. He plans on moving soon once again. His newest chapbook is titled "The Man That Lives In The Park".

A Real Life Poem

An over edited Poem
Is like an over nurtured child.
Not prepared
For the real world
It is tossed into.
No rough edges,
Only smooth curves.
Nothing real about it.
Anything alive stripped away.
Any soul that it might have.
Any life energy.
Gone.
Strip it of ethics.
Any social conscience.
Now that Poem
Is ready for the real world.

©Michael Grover 2008

Sleepwalkers Union

Coffee does not make up for lack of sleep.
Stayed up dreaming wide-awake.
Dreaming of something bigger than the money
The other world seems to revolve around.
But then the alarm clock rings too early.
Yes, back to reality.
Sweet utopia shattered,
Under the weight of your debt.
Sleep walk through another day.
This world does not own you.
It does not identify you.
It does not know you.
You're only playing a role here,
Waiting for your utopia to return.
Waiting for the night to come.

Any City, Any Town, Any Where

On the wrong side of town
At the food mart,
People float their hopes and dreams,
Whatever they can save
On lotto tickets and scratch offs.
With hopes this just might be
Their ticket out of here.

Across the border,
The great class divide.
On the other side of town.
Bright colored new cars
Parked on the street
With bright colored stickers on them.
Echoing their support for the president
And the troops.
Echoing their support for the system.
They sit comfortably eating
At elegant sidewalk cafes.

This is two views
Of the city where I live.
But the city it doesn't need
To be named.
It can remain a vague concept.
This could be
Any city,
Any town,
Any where.

Michael D. Grover

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