The Stroll

Radical line at this East
never aberrant inside

symbolic disappearance
Off of creaking outer

sensitivity-definition and
essential Real command

in tangle unfurnished by
gamesmanship to lunge

crepuscular creativity
lipped sores one

historical moth
at broad daylight

for the softening climate
a linear coin-fresh

and anti-cool

Bubble

I died 1981
Atlantis
theme park

Dania, Florida

THE famished stage
carried eighty
rounds—of tone

and soaked morrow

Waves none
where waves all
chlorine seep

past bites past suck

small new
stomach
hurting a stitch

Sufferlet

Traveled nearby,
abandoned shul,

Nadezhda to inform
weathered stone

poetry just wasn’t
for me.

Had this done
of another guise,

severed purpose
after feeling petty,

’bout a name.

Where words lose
means, my pencil

lances to no point.