• On The Edge
  • Night Thoughts Over a Sick Child
  • The Turning
  • In a Vacant House
  • Lights I have Seen Before
  • For Fran
  • Passing Out
  • Premonition at Twilight
  • Sierra Kid
  • Small Game
  • My Poets
  • L'Homme et la Bete
  • The Negatives
  • On the Edge
  • Gangrene
  • The Horse
  • The Distant Winter
• & Over (Lost Poems)
  • Waiting to Serve
  • The Reciever
  • Private Movies, Public Places
  • Black Kike Motorcycle Bum
  • Transformations
  • From the Tower
  • What we did to what we were
• & Over (New Poems)
  • On the Murder of Lieutenant José del Castillo by the Falangist Bravo Martinez, July 22, 1936
  • Belle Island, 1949
  • Standing on the corner
  • Wednesday
  • New Season

Belle Island, 1949

We stripped in the first warm spring night
and ran down into the Detroit River
to baptise ourselves in the brine
of car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles,
melted snow. I remember going under
hand in hand with a Polish highschool girl
I'd never seen before, and the cries
our breath made caught at the same time
on the cold. And rising through the layers
of darkness into the final moonless atmosphere
that was this world, the girl breaking
the surface after me and swimming out
on the starless waters towards the lights
of Jefferson Avenue and the stacks
of the old stove factory unwinking.
Turning at last to see no island at all
but a perfect calm dark as far
as there was sight, and then a light
and another riding low out ahead
to bring us home, ore boats maybe, or smokers
walking alone. Back panting
to the gray coarse beach we didn't dare
fall on, the damp piles of clothes,
and dressing side by side in silence
to go back where we came from.