New Poetry

Believe it or not, despite all the painting and busy time I still have a few moments to complete some new poetry. It is part of the book I am working on entitled "The Poetry Diet" and of course it is all fat free!

A FEAST OF FORESTS

The men eat the forests
mouths grinding with chainsaws
until centuries of tree life become mythology,
furniture and building supplies.

In a small apartment or spacious house
our future is consumed, traded on present comforts
supply and demand
and the consistent abuse is spoken as a
casual conversation around an oak dining room table.