Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Daylight dimming,
hidden fires.
In the branches,
ghost moss mire.

Nocturnal
melody.
Bats & ravens
sing for me.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

What’s the number?
Out of town.
Hands move backward.
In the shade of doubt.

Black & white
spiral swirls.
From the treetop
Earth it turns.

Out of place & inside time.
Out of the way & into the blind-eyed
spiderweb of paradigms.
Eucalyptus, hold on tight.

Seize the moment.
Leave the ground.
Climb the sky.
Look on down.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Eucalyptus,
my hypnotist.

Look on down.
Look on down.
Climb the sky.
Look on down.

(5/17 & 5/20/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)