in central park
in central park pausing
at the statue
of christopher columbus
someone has put a brown paper bag
in christopher's hand
he looks like a construction worker
waiting for his morning ride
wonder what's in that bag
gold dust
a half kilo of grass
somebody's underpants
a ruptured rosary
or just some brittle orange peels
enriched white bread crusts
and wrinkled wax paper
probably the latter
nobody knows for sure
except the guy who put it there
and maybe chris
i'd climb up and take a peek
except i kind of like
the way it looks
that's the kind of thinking
that let aristotle get away
with being wrong
about how many teeth
were in a horse's mouth
for so goddamn long
but so what
i'm happy
Best Blog on WordPress » Happy Father’s Day From Saturday Morning Blogroll said,
17 June 2006 at 9:42 pm
[...] They’re good poems. I especially like the one about the statute of Christopher Columbus. And Raisins. Some of them are funny, and some of them are a little sad. As the father says, “knowledge/is/sadness.” [...]
Nasra said,
2 July 2006 at 12:59 pm
lovley ;poem