Saturday, May 26, 2018

The Truth of First Light




the pull of sleep
loses its hold
when the dawn
first light offers
to burn off the cold

the sweet dew chill
little sought
but for the take
a just reward
for being awake

catching the sky
blue for the right eyes
to set our hopeful gaze
and have adventure
before the heated haze

like the hunter
who sacrificed the night
this is the moment
arrived with first light


Saturday, May 19, 2018

A Cold Forest Lament



the woods play tricks
and leave the weary
to walk home aching,
tiring with each step,
mired in a vulture’s quiet

boundary and man breaker,
jester and solemn teacher,
the land reflects
the mind of the hunter:
sometimes mad,
but always hungry



Saturday, May 12, 2018

Shadow Zen of the Misfit Drones



better to stay a secret
in our own universe
riding hobo rails
or trout fishing across time
dodging train yard cops
and Kodiak bears

being free to fail
or be devoured
in the wild
or overdose
on lollygagging poetry
and ecumenical oddity

such a better end
than succumb
to those
landlocked sharks
that chew away our time
branded
in sterile horror

we’ll show them our masks
—a wink and a nod—

and turn back to the real work
of salvaging our own souls


Saturday, May 5, 2018

Victory of the Walkabout Tribe



A time to gaze
To let the mind graze
Walk to an anthem
Heard only by you
To watch dreams being dreamed
And to dream your own too

With future rejoicings
Overheard from within
The Walkabout Tribe
Will make you their kin
Through flush summer heat
Or steel-winter cold
These starry-eyed dreamers
Shall never grow old