Southern Florida

I remember the commercials that would flicker across the screen and the bridge of my nose of underneath my eyes would reflect the fast talking southern men or the names of cities they never told us about up north they spoke in a language that was brown eyes or blue or some thing that was not at all like home

gaudy

yes
there was a story of architecture or sleeping on a chair in south Carolina
where the little
black
birds are waiting
on
the
telephone wires grasping
human
dignity
or wars and unrelated things like truth
and comfort and lurid white lightning over the
speaking between a few
dirty trucks burning hot
on the asphalt of a place some-
one had once been
and will not
be again

oh

this(is not)something(as) Barcelona. Gaudy. Gaudy.

why
do
all the poorer
things
only seem to want to
be magicians
or television announcers for southern stores to "come home
to this
town because any further north" (you go) "there
will be an empty space on the map" and your
hands are

shaking