Poet Tree

I did not show up to see this false front, Trash in the glass of river water  Where Conquest Industries blows off its steam And bells are em...

Feel your feels, own your truth, Change the dance but observe  The world continues to move as it was Further and further away. Welcome to th...

The bird replies to the telluric currents As they move like thoughts through the plasma. The screamer on the street wails "I'll nev...

Arsenic always chases the gold, Purifies the Colorado river rocks, Cures the Philosopher’s stone With its poison. It would be silent if not ...

I'm just more aware now Of how I vibrate  The fabric is all. I am no longer responsible  For the residue in the air  Of never-sated, eve...

I will need an emotional support alligator After, what? The Nat King Cole Trio held over At the Million Dollar Theatre. The old downtown Is ...

Trapped on the hill By my own devise. We are Gods beaten down By the law Of humility. The punishment is too sweet, The lure of the void Wher...

A white beam pours from the gray; There's an opening somewhere, Sometimes that's enough To know something is possible  Even if you d...

The zombie building  Where Mom and Dad met. Time. Cheaper to leave it haunted Than to fill it with mouths. They mothball architectural marve...

The green chair is all that is left. The city in perpetual crisis. Me in crisis With everything non-existent  Except as it occurs to me, Scr...

The sweat breaks With eclipse heart light People look at each other again Instead of merely talking It's OK to live among the hive, A sp...

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 ...