New Poem-like Substance

Song for Alan De Niro


O found, Leonie Adams on the graveled ground

Singe what we can’t keep fold or spindle

That which offends affords a speck of light

Or offers a line of currency limitless ebullient

Minds before us rank us after us (then them)

Frothy & out of print in the way most best girls are

Tense flutter make a coy fire beneath the seat first section

& minor baseball game is a cute diversion

Major league ball more like Poetry living now

Diseased on the shores of the Chicago Ocean laps

You "quintessential host" you may after final

Antiquated rush never alone since G-d laughs

At people like us we take in resemble careen toward dust

Sleep in red final clay chitter through best sad dusk