Neptune.4 Poem by CAConrad

no one knows where I am in the morning and I like that
set my periscope on breath of dreaming tyrants
heir to a forest
do you mean fortune
no I mean forest caressing wound of earth surrounding it
twelve trees is a forest these days
clinging to dirt between
shopping malls and banks
everything gets caught clinging between
shopping malls and banks
ask your children
what the new
moon requires