I Walked

I walked the gutters
of lower manhattan
all but asleep
in another’s restless dream

I dragged a body
with dead head
and a disguise of youth
wherever I could not think

I lived full and alone
in anguished biology
seeing a segmented world
through nothing but eyes

Never hit by grace
I survived by history
my feet were a fated pair
I stayed still without knowing

The air was always dark
The air was mostly always wet
Such big visitors
talking talkers on all sides

I finally escaped
I did it in time
So much sugar in my blood
what a watch to be!

My

my depressive’s bed
my patience bed

my square set face
my frog-built head

my block river-view
my periscopic blade

my beast-ish neglect
my pre-dawn &

my neurological fade

my gullible maps
my flat ephemera

my metrics test
my terse america

my strophic voice
my pre-verbal chest

my furtive _____
my hollow &

my over-night best

my sinching try
my stirrupped thighs

my fetal naught
my restless size

my erring pride
my post-nature stroll

my famished respite
my be-numbed &

eponymous role

It Is There That I Take It Easy

For them, from there after
Grand, and I take it easy.

When asked why and what for,
it is there, that I take it easy:

For singing elegiac parvenus—
Eldridge Street,

For branded pungent leather crowns—
Orchard Street,

For salted tongueside abuelitas—
Ridge Street,

For tough hewn white hoods—
Henry Street,

For black laden day workers—
Cherry Street,

For tic-tac-toe bowler poetry—
Mott Street,

For domino table plot merchants—
Rivington Street,

For cookie cheering bursting babies—
Hester Street,

For them, from there after
Grand, and I take it easy.

When asked why and what for,
it is there, that I take it easy:

For the iron crossing cages
see-sawing Ludlow,

For the barrel balling blue
sweating Essex,

For the fabric bet hedging stacks
layering Allen,

For the hot shoe hole glue
sticking Chrystie,

For the rising fall dancers
mounting Canal,

For the murdered mind murals
fading Pitt,

For the paved metallic mesh
fencing Madison,

For the library lean messiahs
haunting Jefferson,

For them, from there after
Grand, and I take it easy.

When asked why and what for,
it is there, that I take it easy:

For adapting a son of a
moyle—one,

For can-wearing cards, copper
cushions—four,

For our extended family on an
idea—six,

For a lot of spearmint green
silver—ten,

For bed guards up like dental guards
at ten,

For the survivor, her daughter,
her sister—fourteen,

For head-shaken two-door
floor inventions—fifteen,

For a stripling under Eastern dreamways
of cloud—twenty,

For them, from thereafter;
Grand and I, we take it easy.