The Voice

Closing time,
Apologetic ushers.
(Outside)
Thin moonfinger
On old sleet,
Evanescent
Bone on bone.
I am allowed to see.
(Only because)
Head down, fumbling
Jacket zip. Stuck.
Fat Mammon,
Neon god, kept
At bay as Nature
does sidewalk
Like Newman
Did MOMA.

Try whispering,
Dear Newman.
Silences can be
Terribly loud -
Lunula lunulae, oh,
(Do you not see)
In between 5th
And 6th aves
Stretches, off-
White, infinity.
A long-lost lover
Craving touch.
(Ah yes I see)
You made the
Entire world
Parentheses.

Another kind of
God lives
(Outside)
Our glassy museum.
Thin moonfinger
On old sleet,
Evanescent
Bone on bone.
Old Newman
Did MOMA
As Nature
Does sidewalk
As this creature
(Brightest linen)
Is doing
Life, lovely,
Full of loss,
Itself.

Published in Ceriph #4