March 6, 2018 
Comments Off on the Poet trees
If my poetry
were a tree,
it would be a
Gemel,
–wikipedia for trunks entwined—
a natural graft
of
olive
olive
olive
yew
(an all of you, 2—explaining both sides)
with branches that supplicate
without replication,
leaves that drop without going,
and fruit that pleases as it poisons,
the limbs which tips I occupy
–would be solid olive—
extending to the heavens.
January 20, 2018 Comments Off on Relatively Speaking
Forever is relative.
Your forever is not mine.
20, 40, 60. . .
It’s personal.
finite.
January 17, 2018 Comments Off on Bull’s-I
when travelin’ far
start where you are
the surest way to get there,
since middlin’ ground
is only found
if you don’t just sit there.
so take that step
in time—take two
and focus where you’re going,
don’t cast about
en route, in doubt
targeting is knowing.
the game is aim
direction—dice
tenacity your tool,
with heart and soul
you’ll reach your goal
with right intent as rule.
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