The River

[Beardowulf]

This was a refreshing read - I like how you captured the temporality of the Ohio river (I assume it's the Ohio river from the second to last stanza) and all of the nuances of a river, exceptionally I may add. I'll go into further detail within the lines of your piece, but you have turned a a one sided concept (a river) and added oomph (I like to use oomph to express more detail or finesse) giving this piece originality, semblance of your voice as a poet, and interesting images. Just to make one point, the bit about condoms colonizing cattails grant me a realistic and gritty image of the Ohio river - It seems you've been there as well.

I see that others have commented in great detail. I hope my comments can be of use, and I don't want to just re-write what has been written. Good luck with the revision! 

They are inside the water - molocules (molecules) of memory; This line feels awkward starting with "They" which is vague but becomes "molecules of memory" at the end. "Molecules of memory lay inside the water;" sounds better. However, using "they" to convey an image or idea can work and enhance meaning, I feel that it is ineffective here.
horse and buggy, parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle – squirrel bones, Nice caesura placement - the pause gives a weight to "squirrel bones". This also paints an image of the side of the river, the tricyle, buggy and bones but the final line is confusing.
the sludge of a delving tide.

No one can tell what is missing, I agree with Amaril that this is the weakest stanza of this piece. I understand its place in the piece with the concept of "molecues of memory", but it's just too dense without a clear message (the womb-bearing studs is confusing) and the second line could do without "what has become". I would go with the idea of things missing and coming to be but written and worked completely differently .
what iis (is) still surfacing, what has become
lathered into womb-bearing suds.

A wake nibbles the passing, The alliteration is nice here, the lines are powerful but the last two lines don't really do anything for me. They go back to the first stanza's concept but they just seem out of place when compared to the lines that come before.
heaps up headless pomades,
a filigree of funnel cake,
cotton candy and rum;
the painted missing parts
of the once and will be.

A momentous loss drifts by -
is found by stooping gulls;
mute tales are diced into mist.
Amid the tremble of reeds,
late summer copulates This is where I believe the poem excels - using sex and sex terms as a metaphor. The alliteration throughout is also superb.
with eddy, churn and jism.
Unbuckled slosh slips by a sipping sky.
There are rusting blooms
between spent shot shells.
Condoms colonize cattails.
The river slops together
wind-plowed concoctions -
blends the newly-unearthed
with the long abandoned.

The Ohio dredges itself,
sifts moments in fish-guts of time.
There are long trod dreads,
sweet smoke in hair-spun ecstasies.
Unseen acts that still beat
against eroding banks.

The backwash seeps as moon-spill, This first line is confusing for me but I like the final five lines. The ending two lines gives an idea of leaving one's trace by the river --> "molecules of memory".
or drives a John Deere
deeper into boggy entrails,
while barges slowly push
each muddy footprint
toward an empty shoe.