The Poem All Told

Tell I’m glowin’ down low

tell I’m arrivin’ up trite

Tell I’m tempting the fact

tell vanity too little charms

Tell string the Achaean tuning

tell luster glistens with gold

Tell I’ll know too late

tell too soon can’t remember

Tell anybody to tell?

tell by a bleak stricken stall

Tell is nothing to tell

tell something; Speak tonight,

Tell the pleasant tells softly telling

tell the woven and the loosed

Tell the dead to tell the fold

tell the sermon tell the mount

Tell the poem all told

In My Darkness

Joe D.’s rookie year grimy
a lucky dollar hands you

let’s in light—

hollow plink Pascoli’s out-
put blaspheming over Asch’s

—let’s in light

Nazarene novel finishes
witness to talcum toes’ powder

…let’s in light

restful of barren finger app’ed
echo synched at one half thousand

—let’s in light

stiff aboard the sanguine city
a call to say in linked minutes

let’s in light:
live-on-tape revulsion nightly

let’s in light:
calibrates an intravenous square

let’s in light—
cogitations per.second per.second

in my darkness,
this year’s bitter herbs at sunset

Smoker From Seward

the danger on This End
East Broadway is palpable

again

gives – a way to Clinton St.
this beat down Henry St.

glares Am

I only recauterizing just heirs
given – forward a lean to

ear budding

leaves – dark, Cherry St.
dog-wood beaming obesiance

cold