In My Darkness

Joe D.’s rookie year grimy
a lucky dollar hands you

let’s in light—

hollow plink Pascoli’s out-
put blaspheming over Asch’s

Nazarene novel finishes
witness to talcum toes’ powder

…let’s in light

restful of barren finger app’ed
echo synched at one half thousand

stiff aboard the sanguine city
a call to say in linked minutes

let’s in light:

live-on-tape revulsion nightly
calibrates an intravenous square

let’s in light—
cogitationss per.second per.second

in my darkness,
this year’s bitter herbs at sunset