Category: Cleveland Poets
In which Adam writes poetry about Cleveland Poets.
-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
gesture.
His voice:
a thumb
holding your face
to the wall.
Outside
you hear something
howling.
I’m writing poems about poets I’ve seen in Cleveland. They’re meant to be read in the reading styles of aforementioned poets.