Fake I.D.'s and honeybees
the jagged skyline of car keys


Bill Fisher, Untitled 7, 2007

Ask a Pundit
-- by Klipschutz

Time to start taking bets on how many election cycles until the venues hosting our political conventions are foreign holdings. Then we can look back wistfully on mere corporate "affiliation":

* Pepsi Center (aka "The Can");
* Invesco Field (sometimes referred to as "The Diaphragm");
* Xcel Energy Center (floated as "The X" by a hopeful publicist).

Collectively, the Colorado Avalanche, Denver Nuggets, Colorado Mammoth, Colorado Crush, Denver Broncos, Minnesota Wild and Minnesota Swarm call these stadia home. "Frequent concerts by top attractions" fill in empty slots to keep the income stream Flomaxing.™

Supplemental unfun facts:

* Invesco, incorporated in Bermuda, with assets of $461.3 billion, used to be called Amvescap. Even Americans might take to the streets with that name on their ballfield.

* Xcel owns two nuclear power plants, one of which has ongoing radioactive waste storage problems. (Don’t we all.)

Since there are no accidents – even yarrow sticks land in meaningful patterns – what does it say about the Dems when they shake things up inside The Can? About the Repubs, wildly cheering on their "hockey mom," stomping as they chant "DRILL, BABY, DRILL!" in the Energy Center?

Ask a pundit. I haven’t seen one stumped yet.


Going There
-- by Jack Gilbert

Of course it was a disaster.
The unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.


Unlikely Relationships
-- by Grace Cavalieri

Sleeping with the old man made
Anna feel better. It was like
being a little girl when your mother
would make you hug your smelly
Aunt for the sake of her happiness.
Anna felt secure here.
Why in the world a blind man insisted
on a blue eyed blonde she
never questioned.
Once she held her maid's baby
against her chest
but it felt like a new rug on a dirty floor.
Where did she put that baby?
The old man said she was in
love with her own face and could
not love anything else.
A lie. A dirty lie. There was much
much more about her body she
loved. She loved how it felt
with the baby.



-- off to see joos shows; back tuesday