Waiting for the River
The Painter's Brother
Waiting for the River
I want to write a poem about devastation
about when the world you thought you had is not the world
It will include the concerned faces of others
It will include something about nuclear power but I’m not sure how
It will include multiple lawyers and the invoices that come with them
It will include a custody battle because that is the worst
Maybe it will include a shooting
We seem to like those
In the end it’s all ephemera
Consciousness is never harmed nor improved by what it knows
The stock market and the universe are the same
We have ever-increasingly sophisticated ways of talking about them though
they are fundamentally impossible to understand
The graveyard’s full of people we couldn’t do without
The graveyard’s full of people without whom we couldn’t do
Eventually I’ll leave not because I want to but because I have to
So it goes
Here’s my hand
I’ve got king high and all the hope in the world
Like leaves the toddler waits to fall
Like seasons the old woman waits to fall
The sun is not a sphere it is a circle
Just look at it
It is already too late
Aging is burying the family cat and eating macaroni and cheese with Dr. Phil on
You have a puncher’s chance
A blue-boxered puncher pushed against the ropes
Like a neck
So here are the candles
Roman numerals so 31 is just pornography plus one
Make a wish
When someone dies she or he is just waiting to fall like leaves or seasons
And then has fallen
The Painter’s Brother
In Les Noces de Cana by Caliari
note how Jesus, surrounded by humans
and their activity, looks desperate to leave.
Note also how no one is smiling.
Note again Jesus, how desperate he is to leave.
“Noces” means wedding so every time
someone walks by and calls the painting
“The Last Supper,” it is a reminder.
A reminder of what? A reminder.
When you Google “Caliari”
the top result is for a Brazilian MMA fighter.
She has four victories and one loss.
Paulo Caliari the painter is also known as
Paulo Veronese, and this is the largest canvas
in the Louvre. It shares a room
with the Mona Lisa, and you can stand
in front of it writing in a tiny Italian notebook
for as long as you like. Let us not forget
that this wedding is where Jesus turned water
into wine. This is why he’s the star of the show.
Of the 130 human figures in the piece,
the artist included himself and some friends,
as per tradition. In this way it is like poetry.
Giving depth to Jesus’ appearance
is that servants offer the wine to the privileged.
One regards the cup skeptically
and no one seems to be having any fun.
One of the aforementioned servants is black.
Of course, a dwarf holds a parrot.
The one who holds the wine
skeptically is wearing the coolest outfit.
This could be a criticism of wealth and unbelief,
or praise for the stylish ahead of his time.
It is said that he is the painter’s brother.
This painting is more than I can handle.
I could look at this thing all day.
I’ve seen absurd behavior
from so many nationalities. If one more person
calls this The Last Supper I might lose it.
Jesus is so desperate to leave.