Five Hundred Miles

The real Levite delimbed
inside faith dictated

a plaguing reprise
on to the corridors

out in the
outside mint tingling

of Italy (italy) Oi belie,
black-pepper-rich soil?

rewind the intrepid heat
mince grounded around

Midnite’s good news
ignited upon untimely

bound home of
mid-page’s desertion

Five hundred miles

On A Viral Evening

Never touch. Death, touching
in, secret hissing,

in song; (of songs),
reminisced,

for the exhaustion, of
the demand, so emended.

It can’t; Continue, to be,
a balance, in accounts.

Irrational, in drift,
this blood spell,

atypical,

talkative, as solitary,
we touch.

In close,

on a viral evening,
we dance.

Blues For Gilbert

I’ll say it (if no
one else will) Kaddish in
memoriam for
a grifter no exemplary Maimonides
descending Fire
Island graduate effusing a tin pan palette

I’ll say it again (if no
one else will) Kaddish for
a racetrack alley
sheen complected edge-of-belly
knuckle splitting
tonic snuff of Francis’s coo’s angular doo

I’ll say it (if no
one else will) Kaddish for
a heedless court star
Crown Royal box-top malingerer
inviolate consti-
tuency upsetting stairwell aftershave sense

I’ll say it again (if
no one else will) Kaddish for
my unlucky soft
stack OTB Chatham Square confetti
hall-torch gas-
furnishing homestretched story’s last call