Brad Flis
Recalled, Points Devisable
New Poems From the USA

Dim lights that practice against the quay
medallionizing skiffs or quarts of whey
or stunted modem-calls the bees drone to
all deciphering young tents. Then, what yields Toronto
through a gleam? The vented alcohol
built like brick powder, a movement school
of once real apples, avoiding homemade defection
forming opposites, emblazoned with citron
a rained-out warmth iota where the Roman Baths
govern still, proceeding from Balthus
to Niger by reparative claims. Earth
vacillations to be considered, by heart
learned, grafted to turnstiles, then appealed.
What more can be accomplished with “encore”? “il s’appelle”?