who doesn't like a tablecloth

whose interim offers a hand

of marinara sauce--

familia style, sighing before

a spread?

Joe Gallo face-planting a

rhetorical question outside

of: Umberto's Clam House.

he dug beat poetry...

& keeping a lion in his

basement.

a variegated necklace is

torn...stuck to its dashes

on a window.

an unseasonably stifled

cry--fast on heels, aching

joints conscripted to the Ides

of March.

three-inch distributions of

scarcely expanded pinpricks.

all aslant, as to the right.

monstrous vivacities

see a Hippopotamus

in a staunch-white,

short skirt.

with the

papercut-rumples of

a ****** lamp cover.

doing the cha cha,

under a cocktail umbrella.

navy blue, with white polka dots.

on the lip of a shoreline, under

a blazing sun.

padlocks giftwrap

antiquated keyholes.

turn/turn/turn.

click.

the kernel of a

Russian Doll

crackles heady--

underfoot.

an oxford comma

clears the throat

of a subway staircase--

as a pigeon feather

would.