Detainees

Elastic laments stretched
thick as
guardians,
shelter for the bombed,

wound mess
shuffling streetside
in
Sana’a-Chicago-favelas,
subbing Sahara

where Wolf’s

voice sucked Memphis sweet
and preserved,
jarring amber molasses
hobbled,

dimples

of the smiling, of
the wounded,
unshaven grimace.

Pulled-in, parked
against the cantor’s
alone,
bifurcated lung,

the one from
the next town
over,

a red freighted rig,
fecund in yield in
issues of political economy
sub-texted

aligning margins
unpublished,

corpus
of hand-wrung epodes
by New School emigre

dropout

collectives, non-membered, no
time for the welt
of Herr
Heidegger’s being.

In summer frequenting
Avenue A Yiddish productions
of Kazan’s
Streetcar, starring

the great Tomashevsky, in
a delicatessen of
a role, as Blanche DuBois,

a soupy coffee after

by the brickled joint
ovens, donning cloaks
of sacrifice, toasted over
an iron-mesh,

corner trash can and some
Yucatan
gourmets boiling
a found IRA
potato,

stretching out their good
pitching arms,
conniving,

pebbles to a nail
of the seductive highway
Satan,

honoring the earnest,
irrefutable,

onset of Eid.

Mocked On

What it was, literally, ever offered, at their
epoch of shame, an elliptical equating of

Olympus-less Polyphemus,

positioning, suspect to be conferring, four
randomized atoms, a veil and a sea or

an alighting of the aye, a dry outer bank,
and Irene’s mother dipped into narrative

context, or a T-bone, of double-breasted
neck, one grave voice—in spirited sleep.

And remote, a cupola that gathers quantity,
neighbor-ling, a spike of hackles,

a repeating quotient (captive foreshadows),
honing forward our lank, egre-

gious, amnesiac orality.

Terry Cloth

My view of the old Ratner’s sign, where
it once went, now going when gone. Three

stories up flat asphalt sits as I did sit,
on parking lot planes, a blue-ok,

Florida, struggling writing poems around
flies in my poems.

Each every-holiday stoked, about, tiny
pools the clear juvenile (vision) exhaust

bent eastward, south, at fisher’s island-
ferry, lifted, explanations of self

its heavy carriage, its heavy remorse,
a skewed dance overlooking

a risen skyline.