April 19, 2011

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

April 17, 2011

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

April 16, 2011

April 14, 2011

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