Smoker From Seward

the danger on This End
East Broadway is palpable


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


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),

for the exhaustion, of
the demand, so emended.

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

Irrational, in drift,
this blood spell,


talkative, as solitary,
we touch.

In close,

on a viral evening,
we dance.