flashes
of light
from the poettree
old CD's turn in the breeze
iridescent strobes...
bright objects
hynotize the mind
weathergrams
on one side
rainbows on the other
a silver bell sounds
somewhere...
those old bards
keeping the Beat
sound of the vibes
bamboo wind chimes
a new song on the wind
season change
a cold
harsh wind
moves in
circling the trees
boughs bend / leaves fly
shaking loose the season
Cinquain
Nightmares
Lillith
banshee woman
snakes with talons tatoo
her many arms / reaching children
plucking
silver
lining
pirate
of the mountain
steals the moon...tucks it in
I pull up the covers and float
in clouds
the
beat
this paper
and pen
laying on my bed
looking through
drift glass and grey moss
into the forest
the birds say good morning
as I blow this poem
with the rhythm of the universe
and sip my cup of me
thinking of the poets
over morning coffee
black ink blots
on the tables
"Venice West"
the launching pad
for a million songs
on the beach
the heart pounding drums
give birth
to the Beat
a new generation
of hope
for our future
Pele,
Demi-Goddess of the Volcano
Can you hear
her?
Pele whispering
she's coming you know
coming to take it all back
she's mad
because of the real estate cancer
eating the land
selling that which belongs to her
prostituting
what she gave freely
cementing it
into parking lots
smothering her
with oil and toxins
Pele's tears
sold as jewels
she wants it all back
hear her whisper
hear her heart beat
drumming
deep within
rising roaring
madam is here
in all her fiery fury
