Poet Tree

Just because wisdom is silent Doesn't make is less wise. This tree, for instance, you would Never know it was even thinking If it wasn...

The Basenji sent the message in her own Morse code. It went into the plasma, like a wireless wave Straight to our ether-tuned antennae,  Bac...

Mangy-ass Angelinos roll in downhill after dark, to do their own thing while no one’s looking, a rendezvous of the senses to hang no ponga ...

The river is one long reflection this morning But there was a commotion last night, A white tree and renaissance trumpets Brought humanity o...

It's a new day. Brio is being trained To be less human, less the clueless, Catastrophizing Lord of no domain And more a horse, happy to ...

How could it be no one's noticed before Each scintillation on the water Is a being, who communicates joy In being seen, moving on our ke...

Minneapolis is now colder than Mars But that doesn't mute the mutinous mutables Who have lost their drones and sinecures And asked to se...

A day for liberation,  From presents left as weapons,  To evoke some variant of terror  As usual, the drive-by fusillade of gifts You have t...

Such crisp, high-performance Walking-around knowledge I possess: There are two Starbucks in Iceland Frinstance, or that rice  Was first plan...

I can’t stomach another bite, of reminders That up-percolate for catch and release, so that The flame of the third eye rises, out of the den...

These palominos have the tell-tale eyes, The softness and sweet folds Of the bliss state, the twin flames Say it isn't easy, in adjacent...

The problem with the mind It turns life into failure What you didn't excise. All the heroes are assholes, Every gesture offends Lived li...

It was tuba Saturday night in Visalia, A quinceanera after the pear tree harvest, Enough for some tuval toning inside the sequoias  On Sunda...

What is actually at the window has yet to be determined Though all robed personages already know What you will do, and love you've made ...

Golden Gate’s veiled --  half mist, half mast, The way the living navigate above the dead, Remembering what we are As we turn into something...

There is no God inside this Temple Despite the mournful incense And the throes of organ torments And bent string notes in the light  Of the ...

The ashes were in the filing cabinet With the dated contracts that could get me in trouble. I've tried not to think about my disappeared...

Not conventional the thought  Of Kauai as hell on earth,  But it was my thought, no one else's, And I can tell you what it's about. ...

Unity only comes through the service entrance As time's spiral holds only what's made from love. The rest falls away, still whole As...

A 20-foot ancestor spirit from Lemuria Stopped me at the entrance, "don't go Into the broken world," where they Describe what ...

Behold the pale ghost horses, protected only By a gold brow ornament over their third eye, There are thousands of them, about the size of do...

The souls in dark places are part of us, Can't wake up with us, without a dragon light On their cigarette. They've been stuck here E...

Our familiar methods of deception  Turn on the campfire As you explode With burning verbs. I keep my adjectives covered, Sip my ginseng tea....

The veil I reported missing Has been recovered, in a glass case As the lace mantilla of one Dona Ysidera Pico Forster. It hangs as if the ph...

Everything is different. The timeline Has shifted. It rained. There are roosters. Nobody really knows what to do, That is, with the horses. ...

Have you noticed how the pillows Squish the light out As you're ready to receive it? Each ray changes the whole history, For the world i...

The wind Only reveals The immateriality,  My belief Up next to our agreement  What will be, Will my foot fall Forever or is there Some floor...

Down a low lip of river Calls a darkness it names lover And it shimmers on the Seine Waiting for an eye To catch her wisp of longing Her sho...

I have more eternal resting places  Than I could ever keep track of, but this one May be my favorite: polished limestone, The laughter of ch...

1. The diaspora. It always has to be this way, To let so much steam of wit escape  From the stream of the river gods And follow the quays to...

Dublin burns the eyes on arrival It minds With its own peculiar watchfulness  That wants to know and not be noticed. The gentlest of flies w...

Crows by the river Kennett That flows to the Thames That brings all the codes, Remembering, through London. It's the Holy Bourne Spring ...

Through Traitor's Gate I went straight for the Ravens, The guardians of all of England, Who carry the dead to the next world And break t...

The church remembers wasted deaths With our lion and unicorn family crest, The last of the Saxons According to the Barking nuns. The king-si...

The poets are in the leaves Not in any abbey. The city is as mute as a swan But gardens have a lot to say. The gulls circle the fountains In...

If you have a breast      You have a witches' hat. It's as simple as that.      The rope is quick and painless But the scars acquire...

These places were just shit holes Until Hollywood ruined them. Salem was nothing but tannery wreckage Until Bewitched came to town And now ...

" Give em Heaven" - Matt 5:16 I'm so concerned to be myself I can't see myself  Even though "Literature Only"  I...

The surge in views of three very old sound files on my right rail prompted me to make available here recordings of some recent poems. I will...