Third Base

O and I don’t know,

the lonely bookstore poet
is no different

than the loneliest
of all them

(who came before?)

interrogating pro-
nouns

misplayed pepper
games

as routine.

Gelt

A penny to escape our history

Only penny
he didn’t have

forgotten nerve
to tell This man his

שיינע מיידל

back of me ending
the line

relieved And were right
on

schedule for our
dark corner’s

hurried
departure

In Massapequa

Mendy, in Massapequa,
something to say.

Mendy, in Massapequa,
grappling; nothing said;

A variation of frequencies,
and the settling of store;

Mendy considered.
Previous, his longtime,

in Massapequa, also,
something to say.