9.5.09

Heh....you know...one should never leave a blog untended. Especially with such a headline as that! Must be spring you know...birdies in the trees and stds. Busy as a bee and add a couple of cases of TB, one of them disseminated and well...you see what I mean.

Off I-10

In Sodom despite the ruins,
a man in a floppy hat
with flowers and lady shorts
is heart broken.
There are so many reasons for this.

It's real and not real
all the cool things
ajax
for some reason
ajax
just getting cooler
as you say to it
be cool. Be very cool
you things.
Its real and not real

the world.

Things that matter
don't matter so much
and those that don't
actually do.
What a special place
life is.

I phone him up
to say
I didn't forget you
in a place called Sodom
hard to believe
that there's a place
called Sodom
or that it is as ugly
as it is.

I call it the as...

no...nevermind.
It's just like that
place in the movies
no one likes to go
or stay
it has a railroad track
running right through
behind the Dairy Queen
and the train runs
through the sticks
past the many trailers
the small hospital
Walmart
a Greek restaurant
and a great little place
called Reb's Diner.
Been there a long long time
old Reb's. Since I was a child
and I hated Sodom then too
but loved
how I loved Reb's.
and the Horseshoe Cafe
which keeps opening and closing
and the thought of Boston Cream Pie
coming and going
being eaten and replaced
over and over
the years that stay the same
for the most part
only you get a little older
and he tells you
unrelated to the matter
about which you phoned
him up
a business issue
not anything special
in the scheme of things
that he is going
to have knee surgery.
Stranger to stranger
and you wonder why
this loneliness?
Why did he believe
I'd care?
The crazy hopefulness of it all.

1 comment:

jh said...

benson
i've been
up and down those streets
have chewed into
a burger at rebs
and sat bewildered alone
eating a gomorrah style
breakfast at
the horseshoe
have wondered at the desultory souls
shifting up the main drag headed
for the desert or another charming
nowhere
there
scuffling through benson
in a dust storm
the daylight far too bright
sad images of wolves howling
for something like justice
on the hills outsdie town
only to land near st david
the place forgotten by benson
the place so silent
save for the groan and fumes
fumes from the
stack where the powder is prepped
for exploding in holes
like demented sex and a hope
for more more riches