Dwight’s Red Eye Day

Dwight did not feel well.  His two eyes were both red.


He looked in the red can. “I can make coffee,” he said.


He had three cups.  He still did not feel well.  His two eyes were still red.


“I can go outside,” said Dwight.  “I can go find someone to help.”


He went down the road.  He saw Joe.  Joe was working.


“Can I help?” said Dwight.


“Come help me,” said Joe.


Dwight helped Joe.  Joe felt better.  So did Dwight.  His two eyes were not red now.


Dwight and Joe had beer.


Dwight felt even better, but now his two eyes were red again.

Get Dee-Wite

Finn, the big blue bass, was mad. 

In the fall Finn had been sad, but now Finn was mad. 

Finn was mad because of a man named Dee-Wite. 
Dee-Wite had caught his big brother Sam on a hook. 
Then Dee-Wite let Fred cook Sam on the grill. 
Then Dee-Wite ate Sam. 

Sam had tasted good.


Finn spoke to the other bass in the lake. 

He spoke to the large mouth bass. 
He spoke to the small mouth bass. 
He spoke to the striped bass. 
He spoke to the white bass. 
He even spoke to the Australian bass who was there on vacation.


Finn also spoke to the trout. 

He spoke to the lake trout. (There were a lot of lake trout.) 
He spoke to the rainbow trout. 
He spoke to the brook trout and the brown trout too. 
He spoke to the golden trout. 
He even spoke to the cutthroat trout.


Finn spoke to the suckers.  
He spoke to the pike. 
He spoke to the pickerel, and he spoke to the pumpkinseed. 

Finn spoke to all of the fish except the catfish. 
Finn did not like catfish, and catfish did not like Finn.


All the fish except the catfish agreed. They would get Dee-Wite.


They waited for Dee-Wite to come out on the ice. 
They waited for Dee-Wite to cut a hole in the ice. 
They waited for Dee-Wite to sit down in his camp chair. 
When Dee-Wite sat down in his camp chair, the cutthroat trout went to work. 
He cut a hole around Dee-Wite’s camp chair.


Dee-Wite fell into the water. 
The water was cold. 
The cutthroat trout tried to get Dee-Wite, and Dee-Wite cried for help.


Marbles and Chisel heard Dee-Wite. 
They ran out on the ice. 
Chisel pulled Dee-Wite out of the water and on to the ice. 
Marbles caught the cutthroat trout with her teeth. 


Dee-Wite took the cutthroat trout home and cooked it with maple syrup.


Dee-Wite ate the cutthroat trout. 
It did not taste good. 
But it was good brain food, and Dee-Wite did his homework. 
He did a good job.


But Finn the big blue bass still wants to get Dee-Wite.

Betwixt

Somewhere between Craig Santos Perez and Noam Chomsky
Somewhere between Care and the Costs of Violence
is a no mindplace where no one can be forced
if it even exists

but we're pushed to find it
and pushed to press others ahead
into its faint glim
that might not even be.


It's not just long leaps across false seas
it's not just bootcamped bulked realities
it's not just multi mirrored urgencies
it's not just precision pressed accountancies

it's not just we're blurs of time we think we're in
it's not just the words we think we swim in

it's not just reminders twist in larger mind against our strained consilience
it's not just converging epiphanies that melt and dim immune to imaged sense
and spread apart oily fast across unknown surfaces roiled by dimensions undetectable.


All we think we have is word

All we think we have is image

All we think we have is link

All we think we have is is just what makes us


whether it's blurs or points or lines or shapes that upfold
or twisting interactions that didn't start and never stop
and cannot be contained because they contain itself
which is not just us but all there is.



So we tie the the braying donkey where il padrone points
and walk away to distant sleep
far from howling cries we helped contrive
or wait for wolves.

We stand somewhere between.
and somewhere behind
the wide wild eyes
are ours as well.