An Equal Return

We found a young snake on the road.
We found a young snake on the road.

It was November but felt like spring.
The month had shed its skin.

What shall we do with a serpent
When stars are the tail of the sun?

What shall we do with the earth
When we are beings of a dream?

We didn’t know where to find its den.
It swam from my hand like something Zen.

It’s a gift from the earth to catch a dream.
A gift to the earth to return the seed.

Pathetic Fallacy

The most noxious landfill is language.
Books are polluted; libraries, dump sites.
Due to toxic levels of pathetic fallacy
Bookstores recall infected books;
Greenpeace intervenes poetry readings;
Poets are fined for offshore word spills.
Why must a cloud be forever lonely?
Why must the sea be always cruel?
Books burn by their own hands.
Lexicon’s toxic waste contaminates
Our graves and poisons our shadows
From which we rise to stain the world.

Crow Feather Totem II

What are they doing on my road,
Those hawk feathers?
What does it mean that I have no more masks?
How will I survive the loss of everything?
I see a warrior spirit
Wearing feathers of the sun.
I hear the war cry of change.
I hesitate above my shadow,
The earth is flying,
My totem grows stronger,
Wings lift me into air.
I’ll heal by this magic or not at all.

New Orleans or Nawlins or The City that Care Forgot or The City of Nature

Thus Hurricane Katrina blotted out every living thing
But the fountains of the deep closed
And the people remembered Nola.
They remembered their flowers of desire,
Live oaks branching across dreams,
The natural magic of walking banana trees,
Dancing lizards and voodoo honey.

People remembered and one by one
The sweet devilwood of their mornings
Returned in the beak of a dove.
There’s no way to stay sober
Where streets have the names of Muses.
There’s no way to stay dry
In so green and destructive an Eden.