Felipe Aguilar


Who was Felipe Aguilar

When he lived his last address

Was the county jail

When he died his last address

Was the county hospital


We can not classify absurdities

Anymore than we can classify certainties

To speak of Felipe Aguilar

Is almost senseless

A hopelessness inherent in language


For Felipe Aguilar

Lies somewhere between

Imagination and bewilderment

And we touch the

Mystery and miraculousness of life

For Felipe Aguilar the ceremony

Of his life is as incoherent

As a feather

Changing direction in the wind.


Ted Goodell

May 1, 2006


The Journey to Elbrianne


The world through a moving train

Is a swift distortion

Of an outside world

A hastening blurr

Of recurring memories

Stretched where the eye

No longer sees

In patterns flattened

By the ever changing rush

Of sky and trees


Now startled

By the rising sun

The train leaps

With such elongated force

That speed alone

Can not turn motion back

Where motion leaves

Each passenger alone


Ted Goodell

October 3, 2006




Is exercise a fiction

Fraught with fear

The open grave

Of yesteryear

That never knew

Of grace or health

But gave us

Secret bones

And grinning jowls

The scowling grunts

Of ape-like men

Pushed to oblivion

Their muscles

Strained in mud and stone

No thought of Life

No joy to shelter

All their strength

From pain


Ted Goodell

July 14, 2006