Ever repurpose it lonely in the middle?

or rally to flee Soviet Jewry a bladder
full of kosher milk deciding

impassioned choice hitting capitol sod

Mighty Mac’s cherished hammerhead zipper
a talisman against shame against door

history against cries of solidarity

steamier streak beside relief
liberation from the preceding trickle

yellow skies verboten over Reaganite limbs

I repurpose it to await white hairs

Ever propose it lonely at the bottom?
weather travels cross a Hudson River Line

gone scoping the daily co-op used brick

enumerated flattened sacks of Grand
jumping broken blocs a daughter

Eastern ignorant but one exodus

ten prescriptive flags icing
an assimilated desert winging

dime aims scuffing hardballs

bounding about oy-vey-iz-mir tonsillected

I propose it on wounded caps
Suppose it lonely on the top? the

crocodile street puckers of blonde

turned Warsaw made Braun slippers
under sidecurl in favor of

neon punk blue MTV astral fade

fake black denim unrolled kissing
a pair of all white Chucks tie-dyed

in the last millenium’s mountains

I suppose, suppose, suppose

Over Levee St.

It’s a new void, natural in night’s
natural light, in sideache:


Dark marring, clique. Lettering,
a departed forethought. Black.


roaring to a doggish end; Brass
strains of blue, golden, and pink


Any way; To repeat: deliberate

The Doo–Wopped

It hurts. holes. And I with a
doo yip wah,

diddy yip, daddy yip dum!

It bleeds. pains. And I with a
diddy sha

doo lah, boppa hoo, bom bidda mau!

It burns. stains. And I with a
bom biddah boppa,

dang mau, dah doo, dang dang!

It condemns. defiles. And I with a
wha wha chang,

choo wai, whop, whoa loo lop!

It ends. leaves. And I with a
zeebalah, boobalah,

bum dah bum um, ho, tiddie bop!