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