POEM FOR TAMARA an odor of empty barbershops chants, making churches  of the edges of confusion. where backyards are cluttered  with the papery gossip of palsied vegetation sulks  the afternoon, a mantis mutters--mournful. overfull, oversleek, the beetles sleep--having fed. a growth of light blasts. the rootends of cloud dangle  dragging moody heaven. the growth tumults,... Continue Reading →