Sunday, September 18, 2016

Sit Trust Fair

The new road
to the old moon
follows a line of wild hickories
and neon pizza lights.

A roadside cascade of orange tomatoes
splits its sides laughing
at chip paint billboards
promising a future home.

Shaded bricks bounce the bop
of a three piece horn section
like a juggler's ball
in the hand of a one armed dancer.

Everything in the sky
has wings and a song, listening
is forever. If the Son is behind your gathering cloud,
expect a rainbow. 

Friday, September 9, 2016

Street Fight

Messed up men on bicycles
riding like lost boys
after a DUI.

If there was a smile, the handlebars
pull it down to a bag of aluminum,
and sometimes a dog on a string whining.

Old Ginsberg mourned the best minds, but ordinary
johnnies and jims just take it out on someone

When the walk is all you got and all you got is on your back
you get it coming and going.

Cross in the street,cuss on the corner, count the ways
a missing Love chases the day
into night.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Splinter Group

First there is a path,
then a trail ,
always a mountain.

The smallest flower,
hidden in rocks,
attracts bees.

A fine pair of hands
put this bench in the woods,
to rest souls.

Friday, September 2, 2016

poem for Mario

Sweeping the floor,
I pick up three dimes.
Pennies, from heaven, inflated for modern

God dropping coins in my path
adds up to eyebrows and ears lifted
to whomever I'm about to meet.

I get paid to pay attention.
It's a poets life, burnishing the jewels
of invisible crowns.

If you see me smiling,
it's because you are shining bright
as His polished mirror.