Uzi

The world agape. All eyes fixed
on what once was whole, breaking,

broken. Even more real than
reality TV: to feel involved in

this version of neighboring.
Rumors fit for broad-

cast, each glimpsed precious
detail memorized,

memorialized. In the streets
where the happening is.

See, everyone?s invited
to be scene. Instant

party caught in the act of
witnessing that which should

not have been a spectacle.
Ocular inspection or sheer

wonderment? The thrill?s
found by merely looking,

lens trained on otherness,
almost always attention-

worthy. Nothing so trivial that can
not be watched, observe how

the bystandering gaze has somehow
stuck and can not be averted?

Upon Looking at Fernando Zobel?s Castilla VIII

This is the instant:
thought exploding
on the canvas of the mind:
eye meeting the sharp

Point of a knife.
This is the split-
second moment of full-
blooded truth: thought
imploding as it eludes

The eye: eye meeting
the sharp point of a knife.
Now when the eye meets
the sharp point of a knife:

The canvas ruptures,
the mind ignites:
blooming fireworks
frozen in still-life.