Tony Iantosca
from A Felt Ticket


pine cracks snow
four o'clock
traffic freezes in a pipe
landscape with hair
arrange between
and among coughs
sweet fire has voice
sore helping of tolls
a tin foil light
 ………came
and wove bread
pocket highway
we are tough
stones at rest
behind a bone sigh
quarters ……land
bridge a resting song
we sang bags
a refracting feeling
 ………caught

•

animate gone paws
 ………no ghosts
I speak hear touch
in-flight movie
shivers plateau
 ………the bay
a blanket slides
fences sleeve
& freeze
seasons in wave
your body binds
patterns turn
clamor as muscle
coins cycle a sun
 ………dragging paper

•

enter wheel
what hair is
range weather
paper enters
& leaves stained
meet reaches high
 ………recline as pollen drones
didn't mold traffic
wind become near
when to stop……as bare as
where the peak
lives blue & long

•

glaciers afoot
clap hands as opposed
traffic frames a drift
 ………disco birth
shrouds fog
numb
 ………airing hues
broke garden shine
as bodies alas
real as nothing is
open scarf
to hours slow
television helm
binding inches aglow

•

straddle greeting
dear head of spine
 ………cold soil
presses away sun
row swamps
rooftops blown
as reeds ……dark
arrange wares
of spectrums felt
as shifting wings
 ………morning
………floor
plural into coffee
frame bodies wet
bridge is bricks
saddles……drums
sails………birds



Tony Iantosca was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia. He has lived in many places since then. His poetry has appeared in Lungfull!, Death and Life of American Cities, Poems By Sunday, Barnstorm, Talisman, and other places here and there. He is the author of Naked Forest Spaces (Third Floor Apartment Press) and the chapbook Team Burnout (Overpass Books). He lives, works, and teaches in Brooklyn.