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. 

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

somewhere.

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.

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.

poem for Mario

Sweeping the floor,

I pick up three dimes.

Pennies, from heaven, inflated for modern

times.

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.