Live At The Top Of The Hollywood Hills

( by Nick Mancuso )

turreted- high castle
pitched
like a coyote might
telegraphed
holly-tree on which is hung
heal-all wood
electric to the touch
my heart is sad
fiber-wrought
ripped by many small teeth
of fat
damaged fruit
by the midget of
envy i remember
now
another time another place
from which
the view was wider
strange cities grew there
hewn from the soft
white rock.