Poet Tree

I. The plumes of blue forgiveness open Their closed blinds – and onto the white lights Of the City, on rooftops, fluff and tobacco sh...

"No crazies today," she cheerfully reported and vowed to continue to upscale disruption across the whole Carmen Miranda enchilad...

The door hit me on the way out Like cactus at sunset as the sandbox turned to dust And the puppeteer laughed, Prickly-pear, once-mighty, ...

The men in blackest suits Emerge from dim white mansions To walk the pre-dawn highway With grim eyes fixed ahead Suitcases sway in rhyth...

The peacefulness of flowering weeds         Draped along the waterline The green that reaches through all grime         In summertime I ...

These trees move much too quickly Like thieves in the night When the leaf vale finally flows A softness far too perfect To ever compensa...

The traipse - commuter shoes - burdens hung from shoulders - a root for breath from underground - to dirty New York morning.

Bountiful day, Intelligent evening, The fire-tempered branches lean straight in to me. The woods have thinned to valleys and rocks, ...

The chipmunks cheep in shaggy underbrush as cricket-throb in auras hugs the grove. The hissing stream’s the same as leaves above whi...

Fractured by obligation, the diaspora of SUVs           bears to uncertain destinations                    to tend unknowable brains     ...

White apartments for the elderly, a touch of red in the trees, their empty chairs arranged around the rusted cannon mounted in the t...

The beauties of Manhattan weave their goddess resemblances          through the vapor of a still afternoon while the plaid September ...

While they perfect their buddhahood mere towns away the bananas wait in the freezer, roses blue in the fridge, avocados lay next to the s...

New purple in the sun peels from the primordial skin the last ash of time and space away - they're optional now, as faith is prerequ...

I'm nothing but a pretty face, a sense of place, a taste whose trace can base from wayward glance a possibility - and then I see a wom...

New York speaks gibberish because it is so very old. It deserves all its jewels to cover up the scars it has endured from a lifetime ...

Paper covers rock Scissors cuts paper Rock crushes scissors Money covers gold Trust cuts money Gold crushes trust

The insomnia house with its working-class planks, now bequeathed to a family from Queens, while my fat candles burn in Victorian spire...

They think 'til every second is perfection They strain 'til every moment is more pure They think so hard to earn their lives some ...

The polarities are melting, glaciers flow like vast unclogging toilets, and an albatross on a stony promontory emerges for the first time...