Three Poems for Bill Gainer

 

This Economy


I can use this blade
one more week
if I draw it hard across
my face, ignore
the nicks and chafing.


               11/9/2014
               Florence


 

I think of each
warm Autumn sun as the last
of summer

Consequently,
I enjoy the fiction longer
than any actual season


               2/10/2014
               Florence






Florence is the corpse
of a city crawling
with frat boys and blind Japanese
tourists

Bologna teems
with living, breathing Italians


               2/10/2014
               Bologna