Two Poems


pinprick of light

crosses off

like a lux fiat

so much depends
on space between

(or is it among?)

the many-splendored
oak trees

an event-horizon
of question marks

all the way to

chase scum
from my eye
shackles fall

(replace with fell)

shining corners
glassine paper

fix the photo
to the page.



on the ball

toney buff

the word for first
off the bus

top run
of the elevator

she’s composed
streets and runes

to arrive
just here

where bluebells
cluster noddingly

black muck
on her clogs

has she lost
the plastic key

to slow down
and descend?

David Appelbaum