Poet Tree

lost and morally bankrupt it took 3 days

on the freeways till i arrived at

the circulation

station

a place where human nature and

local fauna re

connect

i sat in the pink chair by the open window

where i could shoot the breeze

with enormous

trees

and observe the delicate dance

between soil and

sun

she handed me a bowl of chilled

liquified beets with a spoonful

of sour

cream

sitting off center like a little

glacier lost in a

purple

sea

wondering how the political landscape

got so out of hand i fell asleep

and when i

awoke

the transformation had already begun

looking up i saw all

my branches

now

pathways for birds to mingle and the breeze

to tingle it really was

heaven on

earth

Artificial Intelligence

walking through the artificial forest

and breathing the plastic air

we sip soda

from our styrofoam cups

and stroll happily

along

the pine strewn path

for a day and a

half

lying down to rest

under the blue

frozen sky

we look up at the wind

as it blows our

mind

suddenly chilled, stirred

and shaken

we awaken in an empty room

with a giant sun

and

it almost looks

real

Lost In Space

Sun Day

bathed and incased in a wall of sound

beneath the falls against the

high

walls

is where we first met, watching saturday

turn into sunday, our hands intwined

with the rhythm of

time

it felt like some long lost summer sunshine

the kind you could put in a box

and save as a

souvenir

only to be opened many years latter

sunshine still

intact

that box now sits five feet high off the floor

on a shelf by my bedside and even

though it has not been opened

in many

years

there are days when i'm tempted to peek in and

feel the warmth of it's orange glow

and to remember how your lips

tasted

that day when they were baked in sunshine

and glued to

mine

it's 2023 on a sunday morning 20 years latter

when i awaken to the sound of water

running down the

walls

carrying a small box in my hands i move closer

to the edge of the falls and at the moment

when the sun lights the

earth

and light gives birth to the new day

i open the

box

Life On Mars

Languishing on the verge of being

bumped into tomorrow

they sit in coffee shops and bodegas

waiting for their paycheck

while they cover their bodies in dust

and try to remember

if there was life

on mars

The Fairy Tale Factory

we met in a factory full of fairy god mothers and tooth fairies

young and broke but full of

dreams

long before you developed a taste for fine scotch

you and i would watch color tv and

get lost in

space

kicking forward twenty five years latter on the

lower east side at an aa meeting

we met

again

i didn't tell you that i didn't believe in this

rhythmic kick it

crap

and the only reason i was here was to meet

women who

drink

over coffee you were somehow able to encapsulate

the last twenty five years of your life

in one perfect

paragraph

but no words were needed to feel how broken

we'd both

become

and then you smiled and i knew

that you

remembered

when we were

both

new

The Final Draft

I laid on my back looking at the sky that afternoon

imagining trees when their leaves

were still

green

while an elephants trunk investigates

the still air

all the wild places i never got to visit are now

just a bunch of insta-matic photographs

that float in my

mind

the elephants and lions were first

the horses and dogs last

setting across the barren landscape

like an ancient

glacier

with a million stories and

a thousand legs

there was no poetry that night because

all the wordsmiths left long ago

to soak

in the memories of tomorrow

and prepare for

yesterday

we were the only animals left now

all the rest just a memory

a moist

imprint

Invisable Scars

as real as a gutter ball

we fall strike

three

into the dirt and

forever

hurt

it's been 40 days of

dust and

pain

purple hearts

and yellow

rain

and i heard him say freedom

is just another word in

a car

commercial

before he was

inadvertently

tossed

and forever lost

somewhere

between a memory

and

nowhere