Michael Lee Johnson
I’m electric in the spring sun nomad in the summer dust my lantern burns
I lie in the deep grass with microphones tossed over my ears-
and feel like I’m on a high- psychedelic
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.