The Trees Have Been My Friends

The trees have been my friends.

When oblivious businessmen
go to their upscale gyms and afterwards
clink their glasses of red wine
together over steak dinners
I will be able to say
I was nestled in a house of impoverished people
where I dreamed the ancient dreams
of the microcellular arrangements
from a very long time ago
and there beside it,
though not in sterile air conditioned
air,
there, on the stagnant outskirts of an
industrially polluted city,
there the trees have still come to live
and the trees,
the trees still loved me,
the trees still loved them,

and the trees have been my friends.

Give My Love To Kmart

All my life
I’ve just been waiting for the woman to
go to Kmart with.
Fuck The French Room. Fuck Tavern On
The Green.
Fucking Kmart on a Sunday morning
with red slurpees in both our hands
and our other mortal earthen hands
clutched together
holding on to
each other,
like stones in the amphitheater at Ephesus
clutching onto wildflowers,
we’d be made from love formed
so many eons ago.

Taking The Cake

cake

Remember all those times the girls went
go go go
Remember the Ford Mustangs,
Chevy Blazers and Ford Escorts
The girls went
The girls went
Where did the girls go
Fast food by the mall
To the secret panty store
Parties before midnight
in the working class neighborhoods
far away from the golf course
They never went to the Basketball games
cuz of
all the black kids
Friday nights in Fall were more their thing
Then that summer the football player
killed his father
The girls didn’t know where to go to
send their condolences
To
take the cake