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South Fork Poetry: ‘Enjambment of Fallen Men’

Tue, 09/23/2025 - 13:09
Hallie Cohen’s “DNA #54,” ink on Yupo paper (detail), from 2019.
Courtesy of the Artist

I was falling 
but you were just pulling out of your driveway 
you've done it and done it 
each item on the Monopoly of life 
Les slurred, spittle accumulated on the side 
of his mouth 
wasn't the guy in the house you can't see
from the road 
convicted of something? 
she lets you pick her apples 
you'll find the cars from the A.A. meeting parked in front of the chapel 
then they're gone 
the tractor and defunct autos 
the field facing the sea
honking geese remind you of cabs 
still I'm one of the fallen
I don't have to be religious to believe 
in sin — there is no way to break this free fall
you will only repent if there's absolution 
have you thought of a cleansing 
the all-juice diet? 
the main stream is what you always claim
to be missing 
it ripples insouciantly  
the assumptions and certainties 
I can't do two things  
do what you've always done 
eventually it will kill you 
actors in Scandinavian noir series still 
smoke and smoke and smoke 
in Margarethe von Trotta's biopic 
Hannah Arendt smokes and smokes 
I got drunk by sea in Forte dei Marmi
and rode my bike straight into a wall
inklings, ha! over 50 years
my branches need to be pruned 
last night was that sunset 
now the birds are furiously tweeting 
I don't know what I believe
the ground is not shaking beneath me
oh I have my friends 
then there are the people like you 
found in the continuum
every time I pull onto Main Street 
I think of Les and Jim, 
who was found in his garden 
remember we attended the funeral 
in Sag Harbor 
you said, 
"It's very sad."
on the way back to the city we talked 
about the market 
which neither of us played 
bridge 
Cavendish Club
in Second Life 
where you reminisced 
about your hands 
the high dive 
that's what the feeling was like 
everyone is always telling me to let go
I have no intention of picking up the pieces 
of starting 
where I left off 
prosody is what it's called, Bud 
enjambment is alternate side of 
the street parking 


Francis Levy is a Wainscott resident. His novel "The Wormhole Society" will be released in October, along with a graphic novel version illustrated by Joseph Silver.
 

 

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