Sunday, September 26, 2010

"We Go To A Really Good Fish Restaurant In Gainesville Florida"

and we are sitting on the benches outside the Bonefish Grill waiting for the hostess to call us
it will be about fifteen minutes she said
we start talking with the fellow next to us he is from Daytona
a journalist
he looks Native American or Hispanic
he talks with a kind of I don’t know inner quiet
we say we’re retired teachers driving from Florida back to Vermont
what kind of journalism do you do I ask
I cover the courts and the police
it’s sometimes a downer I’ve been doing it for years
I ask how do you come down at the end of the week after all that heavy stuff
I just tell my boss don’t call me after 6:30 Friday night I am out of touch
the biggest case we had was a few years ago
six young people slaughtered beat up throats cut you would not believe it
and all over a bunch of video games
what I ask
yeah this guy was wanted for violation of parole the police went into his apartment
took him out
what am I going to do with all this stuff his landlady said all these video games and junk
just get it out of there the police said just throw it away whatever you want to do with it
well she had a niece living in one of her apartments seems like she gave some stuff to her
then the guy gets out on parole
busts into the niece’s apartment when she and her roommates are out
sees one game cd on the living room floor and just goes psycho
he is a real psychotic
he leaves waits gets two other thug buddies only seventeen and eighteen they go back one night
the niece her two roommates and three other friends are there
just having a good time
these three guys bust in and slaughter them
you would not believe it
we covered it so heavily never had a murder case like that before I did a lot of research up in New England Maine Rhode Island Vermont
ran a big spread one day on each of these six nice young people
a couple of them had worked at Burger King had come down to Gainesville to start their lives
got some roommates to share the apartment expenses
the others were just friends visiting can you imagine
he gives us his card:
Mauricio Gonzalez Reporter-Police/Courts The Daytona Beach News-Journal 901 6th St., P.O. Box 2831 Daytona Beach FL 32120-2831 tel 386-681-2557
but why did you travel so much up in New England covering this case
because the grandmother lived in Maine
and all the six young people were from Vermont
- - - -
our table was ready we went in
and had some really good grilled fish

Friday, September 24, 2010

"I Keep Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop"

 I keep waiting
 for the other shoe to
 for that lowest
 pendulous apple to
 break loose
 for the Tower of Pisa to
 waver slightly
 then smoothly incline
 carving down
 into that soft terra santa
 borrowed from Jerusalem
 and it
 nestled neatly in that holy court
 would await such
 a visit

 it would receive those stony blocks mercifully
 is awaiting such things
 our mission
 that is
 standing behind the striped lines
 not proceeding until instructed to do so
 by the higher authorities
 looking looking
 for that event
 that quick
 to bring focus and depth and loss
 to our lives

"If You Built Something Very Big"

if you built something very big
very large
all dimensions blasted far out and away
as big as the engineering and construction and sweat capabilities
were capable of constructing
what would that mean I wonder

you look at the Olympeion in Akragas
O Megale Ellas
you folks were chomping at the bit
to build something so grand
and also chomping
to smash each other’s polis to pieces
at the drop of a hat
how does that all fit together
you think that the big column
twenty men holding hands needed just to circle around it
you think that in the end means something?

and you
baldacchino maker
when you twirled those giant columns
raised the Cathedra Petri so high up
on the mighty hands of those four fathers
and set the dove in the glass behind
is not what really matters
that light that light
that equally streams
over a single stone
far away?

"I Am Where I Am Now"

I am where I am now
moving through air through clear
as I move the streetscene
curves around me
a continuous
all around 360 degrees around
and the curve moves along with me

when the I that I am right now
is not here any more
maybe it will be in another part of this
maybe it will be in that large decorative stone
in front of the newly restored 1893
house on the corner
the one with the mauve shutters rust trim and gentle camel cream exterior walls
in that rock
ringed by shasta daisies in the hot summer air
the I that I will be then
will not have eyes like mine right now

but perhaps
through the grainy
layered strata of that fairly small rock
by the entry door
I will in some way
perceive myself
as I am walking now
down that street
this street
right now 

Monday, September 20, 2010

"If I Were To Say To You"

if I were to say to you look
you cannot turn back time
you would say to me look
at that corkscrew at that
point sharp
how it gouges into the cork
but it does
does return withdraw
come back out spiralwise

so what would I then say
it comes back
to those coordinates in space
 in time

we can turn time back
in some way
that that sharp point
of act
does not really penetrate and pierce
this time around
as it did
at first

Saturday, September 18, 2010

"We Could Be For Example"

could be for example
had we not been us
another thing
or scores of them

a museum
filled with let us say inanities
objects which in Diodorus’ time meant many things
but which today
for us
odd knobby bits cracked gashed edges
stone tongues what did they say
we do not care
they simply rest inside us

we could be
for example
having swallowed hors d’oeuvres of feldspar
perhaps porphyritic perhaps something else
and with a sleek sheen polished
we would simply reflect
when people looked upon and at us
they would not know what we were thinking

or even yes a thurible
upside down arcing almost orbit-like
whiffs of labdanum and sandarac
winding through the congregation
and they would smell the beatific
or think they do

Thursday, September 16, 2010

"Ode to Fennel"

imperious fennel
you rise Venus-like
from the frothy loam
virginal bulb waxing full
as you spire green and thinly
toward the empyrean

we give you thanks
that you deign to donate
toothsome roasted tranches
bathed in unguent herbs and roqueforts
and other manner of adorning

your verdant feathers
our humble offerings
wafting tasty vapors
from our tongues

"Irreducible Squash"

factual zucchini

imperceptible squash

you lurk lizard-like

under the flat umbrella leaf

absorbing the summer morning

not in any greeting-card way

but rather nonchalantly

to say that growth

and green

do not depend

on concepts precepts

theorems paradigms schemata

gridlines ledger sheets or other astutely arranged algorithms

you will grow expand harden your tough green skin

ultimately they won’t even be able to eat you

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


I hate this word
the ending looks like ugh
although it tries to disguise itself as uff
which conjures up warm moist nuances
of fluff and puff shuffle and snuffly

it walks onto my kitchen counter on sleek tiny feet like ants
thinking I will not smush it away
but I do want it away
do not want repose
finite boundaries
living like Luxembourg

no -- give me baldacchino ogee ormolu
splash and panache
and roasted lobster red
oozing through my bank account

Sunday, September 12, 2010


it is not like anything else

not like the jellyfish

because it is hard oval pointed shelled

not like boustrophedon

it floats down it does not go this way and that

not like waves

it forms around space stubbornly hard

but is it like

the ear seeking the echo

the default of love

“Everything Has Salt In It and Artichokes Fall From the Sky”

making hilarious music


I not hearing them

will turn the corner walking down Union Street

the blue Packard pristine 1927 and undented

will edge out from the driveway

mom and dad and their four-year-old son

walking by the little one in blue jeans sweat shirt and

a fluffy pink tutu

I will not be making this up

the sky shall cut its edges into the line of maples brightly


here’s the question:

do you think all of this will come about because of the

way some oxygen molecules danced

a long time ago?

"Are Humans Smarter Than Clouds and Waves"

at Key West sunrise all the band members appear on stage

and go through their act

clouds gold-and-raspberry paintbrushes

waves wet rocks flying-feather-things

do they say to themselves

I do not want to die

I want a café con leche

I want to fly forever through this turquoise sky

I want to be loved by everyone

as I sometimes do

on the pier

at 6:27 a.m.

"A Sense Of"

came flying out of the air of the torrents

a letter

postmarked Ljubljana

espousing flights of sentiment

hitherto unsuspected

what portended those

unfranked stamps?