Electric in the Sun

Michael Lee Johnson

Itasca, Illinois.

I’m electric in the spring sun nomad in the summer dust my lantern burns

without fuel,

I lie in the deep grass with microphones tossed over my ears-

and feel like I’m on a high- psychedelic

blue-green grass

pink sunglasses in my left hand, teeth pearly white ivory tusks, muscle tee shirt, with brown sash from shoulder to hip,

crazy beads around my neck yellow-orange shaped like candy corn-

life is but a blitz,

I’m electric in the sun, and there is no cell phone by my side.