You Be the Judge

After ecologist Monica Gagliano

Six months she swam in the sea,
immersed in a school of fish.
The tiniest things, they would come
to study her as well.

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after Dan Brown

Tails flare out
and flash about
Fins aloft
are not so soft
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After Night Watch, photograph by Jack McLeod

The fire lookout belches light
like the furnace stoked to consume
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.
Say their names. Yes, say them.

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after William Carlos Williams

i.

This is just to say
there will be no
plums in the kitchen

With no apologies to Joe Nichols’
“Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off”

Poems don’t stomp a country beat
To make you tap your booted feet
They aren’t equipped with catchy hooks
Adorned by cowboys’ flashy looks
Repeated ’til your brain-root rots—
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          The world of computers is
          governed by the hexadecimal,
          where the count of finger
          and toes is expressed as 14₁₆.

   It’s very simple dialectics. One through nine,
   no maybes, no supposes, no fractions.
   Dialectic logic is there’s only love and hate,
   you either love somebody or you hate them.
         ~The Photojournalist, Apocalypse Now!

I think he was thinking of dichotomous
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or, Meet Me in St. Diego

Ding ding ding rang the dinghy
Well, not really the dinghy
But the bell on the dinghy
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