The Boys of October

Terrific grey monsters

arrived tonight invisible  

dark sent 

our watery groves

they left us a place

horned bulging arteries

sweet swamp city

rotten of winter

Remind Me

When you exit

the subway in summer Manhattan,

clammy and

shrouded in filth,

there's a wave of wet heat

and an explosion

of flesh

wrapped and strapped

acres of skin,

and buildings,

roads,

cabs,

hair,

what were you saying?

Red Hook

In late June

New York

you can smell

the weather

building in the harbor

Headed for the shelterless

island

Unaware

it needs permission

to come ashore