The last car’s backward lookkeyholes my underworld,the tunnel’s dashing lightsand disenchanted time,the drains, the rats. I rodePhiladelphia’s subwayOlney to Oregon;San Francisco’s N-Judahballpark to Ocean Beach;Boston’s shrill “T”to Wonderland; the “L”rolled…
The adenoidal, glass-brick Fifties,Tarzan featured on the cell blockfor Moyamensing's livid inmates,doing their screening room shuffle,while Uncle P. talked to a guardand I feared things that they did not. *…
Broken rocks, concrete, rammy waters,foam seeds, furls, starbursts, rosettes,the storm inside the sea, inside out. The crows’ dainty feet, tapping the stones,don’t alight long enough for me to writethe complete…
When they were young, tender-tough, exposed,desiring experience but not knowing they desired,words lived in small dense neighborhoods as soundswithout meaning, but street smarts shaped theminto a kind of plainsong that…
