Life on a burner boils over,
steaming a wooden spoon.
Running late in a snow globe, going
nowhere, right now, soon.
Face in a fireplace,
laughing at myths as they freeze.
Things we once believed.
Give us a fix of our future.
Of cake and coffee in the morning.
Of signals, signs and warnings.
It said you always told me.
Sleep still at night, catch deep breaths
like flakes on jackets in dreams.
Sunken skies, afraid of light,
that can’t explain where they’ve been.
Signals, signs, and warnings
with my coffee in the morning.
this is your life chuck johnson 