International Poet

Yuppie Dragons And Paper Mountains Climb mountains! Slay Dragons! That's what I did When I was a kid Now it's too much All this grownup stuff Amalgamations Corporations Business-like murder under the guise of merger Micro-second chattel battles waged on computer panels Flash before my eyes In a plate glass high-rise Now all my mountains are made of paper, and all my dragons wear ties

Quiet Tower On The Hill a bronze horse rears in a susurrus of familiar maples where stone giants sleep beneath the mossy patina of copper clad hats I can hear carillons of autumn past crisp as leafy zephyrs dancing