Poet Tree

One Governor Sterling of Texas In 1931 brought the Texas  And the National Guard to the Largest oilfield America and certainly Texas had eve...

Jesus dying is now dead — It is done — The drone of air siren Nuclear holocaust alarm And the afternoon Can proceed Now that the belief slat...

Why stone temples for the dead Osiris while living Isis  Wears her birthing chair crown? To show, like a proper Swaruu,  She can do it alone...

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

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...

Captain's white tail becomes the chariot trail Of the sun god, as a blue afternoon  Gets its last molten Gold into the field So we are L...

The wizard upstairs gives me just what I want To be wiser, more gun shy, With one missing fairy. It's Genocide Remembrance Day, The day ...

The shame tango is so hard to stop When it's just me now doing the reps. The other has gone off to Valhalla Where she imagines thunderbo...

It takes a village of idiots      flipped like tiddlywinks But at 96 June degrees      uncooled dignity However arch,      however cruel the...

In Avignon  When the mistral came And the city flocked To the gift shop Of L'Eglise de St.-Agricol  The nuns shooed away Like oxen With ...

We've waited so long just to tell the truth but The time for it has passed. Mark it up to the humans Who yearn to be as lazy as the anim...

"La plus commune façon d'amollir les coeurs de ceux qu'on a offensez, lors qu'ayant la vengeance en main, ils nous tiennent...

The empty must be rusted, Just a slant of light let through  This plexiglass opaque curtain — Once people suffered here, on some Lint-lunged...

Jones and Nyro approached lyrics from the standpoint                          of the streets As overheard by the ghost captain of riverboat ...

It's come to this, the zero degree Where all urge of surrender has ceased, The frozen moment, where leopards Merely stare. There is a wa...

The rats are on the beach, Mayonnaise in the bottle, The hills of San Berdu Another Golgotha For Christs to pop like mushrooms And pimple th...

Nobody could ply the funk like Josephus, The way the bass line Aligned with clipping-nipple guitar, It slayed them all, the lions In the dan...

Memories at daybreak Are a calling cup Filled with the dusty pulp Of knowing And yet, enlarged, not, A glorious salve To smooth out the proc...

What do you know      about the old poems? That they flowed like lochs      and glowed like candles And told of what is now sand      and wh...

A row of skin trees   by the Crystal Cathedral ... I am here now   but it is a now Like a snifter of liqueur    that I handle and sift And s...