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Daniel Morris


     We Were Like Eleanor and Franklin

We loved each other’s understanding of the relationship between merits, markets, and the Second Gilded Age. We were swans. Don’t ask which color. Swans in the sense of flightless singers. We respected the limits of each other’s understanding of tolerance as a requisite of power. We had been married for years; so many, in fact, the soft round hills began to sag before we arrived at our summer cottage in Poughkeepsie. The problem: we relished such different parts of the natural world. She chased waterfowl. Like Franklin, I liked live oak for hide and seek with gals who misreported deeds for the sake of the common good. I pointed fingers at other offenders without saying what a positivist like Eleanor believed did not exist. When speaking on public matters, I gave voice to Doxa; she Episteme. When I referenced redemption, I was not, unlike Eleanor, thinking of history in the Benjaminian sense. Rather, I was reflecting on how much a handcuffed heart (symbolic) can hurt and go on beating while an embraced leg (not symbolic) can merely harm. I remained as unsure about the material redemption of the body in Christ as was Eleanor about Mao’s 3 Mountains. I was breathless…she was calm. There was no such thing as paradox for us. Like Eleanor and Franklin, once we saw the hills as breasts, but then as indoctrination.



     Ah, Magoo

as if Franz Kline’s fusain
“Study for High Street” slashed
through rumbling blue --
Magoo’s mystic missive
as opening credits roll
never was designed
for kismet skid
off the screen
like a fluke
losing footing
or myopic death drive
of Magoo’s Sunday outing
but rather grace of girder’s
grave construction
of another incessant
skyscraper
as Rutgers ’28 Triskelion
cliquey tycoon bearskin beside
yakking bulldog
McBarker
a hunch of hoary nose
behind the wheel of
primordial automobile hood
accordion behind
rumble seat
of the
obsolete jalopy
the apparition of bridge
becoming airy avenue as
comfy puff of
animated wheels
discover atmosphere
of bevel to be
benevolence