Mr Krementz

Mr Krementz 

Mr Krementz has a domicile near 

     the Hamptons —somewhere 

—where he tends contraptions  

in a concrete pillbox abandoned 

     on that old base in Montauk 

—bump keys, too, there that open 

strongboxes, each full of 100 bot   

     tokens —in NYPD locker rooms, 

in Trailways terminals, in stash 

spots where you try to dodge,

     dodge the souls smashed out,

sweaty around the hot radiators— 

Mr Krementz has a rental wreck

     he's never returned to Avis likely

lost in their system like a dove 

without coate —no alien master. 

     Mr Krementz has some swine 

(pets) hidden under Montauk, too.