Tapped into the jungle
Time, hands, talking
Firing me up to prevent fading
Light. Date night.
Shape up
Stand on the stall hide your feet
Bring back Papago sunsets
Last night in my dream we flew away
or maybe that was today.
Thoughtful messages don’t know what to say
leashes green on Dogs. backwards skipping Time.
Red rocks, walks, talks of soles
Joyousness frozen in air
Vortex south of the jungle
Were we walking?
Believe that stroll somehow saved me
Night. Red light.
Get down
Head over there and hand me your feet
I found a red rock while thinking about you
as I wrote that down, I saw the moon
this is your life chuck johnson 