June Poem 29

I can feel the trees growing; really,

I was up back to back with Zeuxis.

The forgotten were the other

People in the next business.

The wall separated Stan’s back yard

From his older sons.

That was so long ago

The memo yelled,

I pay for this building.

 

The apricot owner led

His donkey out to embrace me.

So I pulled out

A barber’s cape

And hit him.

 

Lost in the expanse

Of open, I was being held

Up from the stage

By the tree spirit.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s