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.
Michael Lee Johnson poet, Itasca, Illinois. "From Which Place the Morning Rises" and "The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom" are available at: http://stores.lulu.com/promomanusa. The original version of The Lost American, is at:
http:/ www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7. Published in 23 countries. His website: http://poetryman.mysite.com. All of his books are now available on Amazon.com.
| I think
Electric in the Sun was a rebellion against getting old, a 60's left
over fade, a rebellion against recent technologies: iPhone
gadgetry, photo cellular phones, BlackBerry, Smartphones, and other
forms of cool gizmos. I've been in business for myself for 13
years, and in 1981 used to sell the first cellular phones by Motorola,
since then I have not owned any cellular phone or devices . I
must admit I don't miss them. Nor do I miss all the people in my
local grocery store calling home with headsets to ask which brand of peas the family prefers tonight. I'd rather feel the spring breeze, toss the hippy bead around my neck, listen to bird sounds, be just cool to myself, and pet my kitten Nikki. |
