steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich

construed here



construed here
still leaves
traces
true con struct
where( )
fraught trace of truce
ovule the seagulls dive
scavengers one-all
eating the same
seed concede fault admit that
it is
like turning doves to pigeons
all lies commit loot
here scene as fade to ......
b
l
a
c
k
except within lines lies
mined are kept as wind
breathes thru
the
house.




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i found myself still raining



i found myself
still raining at dawn
photos in many books
all showed this
here i was crossing the street
beneath the arches
perspective nearly gone
when i found myself
still raining at dawn
more endurance
than failure
seemed to keep me dry
tho
before the sirens hit my ears
& before it seemed there were no panes left untouched
or
under
ash & guts
i spat a noisy aria out into the street
caught myself bathing in geometry
filling like a well of well intentioned lies
marginally
found myself
grainy ore
blank suds
raining at dawn

links caught golden rays bursting into my heart
&
then i awoke
new sun through wet leaves.




leftwich - dalachinsky october 2006