Poet Tree

Bunker Hill is haunted as Fuck, The underground levels Of homelessness And iridescent blue petroleum pools Where the molecules move In shimm...

A few last flakes of fear Exhale like smoke in the glare — This weapons-grade retrograde Disconnected the dots Dust of the fallen world What...

The silence of home is the stillness of God. It does not belong here, the adamantine  Plasma, in soaked papyrus, with the people  Who get yo...

Crows and cameras are on top of the lamps. Three seagulls fly the grey. Under the red pill moon the news Takes a horsewoman’s risk of truth ...

I had to triage everyone Who had lost their minds today With divine flow despite Lithium skies And the distractions from  Predictable surpri...

An exhaustion in the world, a river of cars Rolls down now the barely perceptible hills Exalted into fog but dissolved in indeterminable Lay...

Revenge of the red-haired girls, Some in clown mascara, Violaceous rashes, Intentionally dissonant But now they are noticed Now that everyth...

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

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 ...

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...

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...

Funny how you don't miss energy vampires. You'd think, like a mosquito, they'd taken so Much from your hide you'd itch for T...

Fullerton station is Stratocast As the Mennonites on the platform Wait in the 19th century For the train to Tijuana And stem cell therapy Wi...

The corporation is there to serve. Say it like a mantra, a serenity prayer In the midst of the latest swirl That always goes nowhere, The sp...

The first light, the most silent and sacred Descends upon the tents in Los Angeles mall Into eyes where all they have left is receiving. Som...

You can't airquote storyteller As everyone has an origin yarn Of waiting for a dime bag at Pico and Vermont Or finally rising one's ...

Three Grand Patrons come out of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, Ghosts of course, but they look very pleased with the plans They are holding ...

In Echo Park, near Frogtown The Chinese lanterns broke Into a galaxy of shards, As Buster Keaton the dog Rescued children from the pool, A g...

The place of the temples And crackhead actors And the sacrifice castles Now sublet as studios With ivy like the highways Down and out in all...