To Box With Man

          -for Eric Alleman

He works at
the Record Exchange.   I didn’t
know this un­til I
saw him there. 

I knew him de­spite
his lost
play-off beard.   He did not
know me.

   He was not
friend­ly, this man of in­tent

His voice:
   a thumb
   hold­ing your face
   to the wall. 

        you hear some­thing


I’m writ­ing po­ems about po­ets I’ve seen in Cleveland. They’re meant to be read in the read­ing styles of afore­men­tioned po­ets.