The FDR Drive

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
The Montgomery Street mouths
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
forced East
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
lapping waterfront
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Brooklyn over smokestacks
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
as cartoon cartographies
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
centuries after musket balls
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
running bases
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
decades before Muscovite
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
life idolatries dancing mazurkas
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
in fetid
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
pickle vats of Gemara
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
inflicted gray
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
ratio machines
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
aimed down amid a crisp fall
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
humility at the Days of Awe
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Stump Pump

…and it questions me to call on:

Which impinging possession,
that decadent era, differed
as form, by gradation,
under impression?

Night Barking

That night I was
the concentrate encamped kapo
trading two brothers (in)
for three thin threads of meat

Last night I hoped
Heine would concede to assail me
& my horny cut could
deceive a surrogate sweet

This night I heard
sparkling iron grate and closing
white wall skinnies
dripped a cross of toasted bone

One night I roiled or
tumbled a teasing blessing
snugly fit in loss of my
(Damn Me) g-d abandoned home