Sunday, October 14, 2007

tom taylor & jim leftwich

jim leftwich
SHUT


shut judge
therein once
nor body

shut other
around coarse
throats

forgetting shut
refuses since
itself each

note shut
resists nothing
waiting

sense and
censored
shut



tom taylor
PUNT

Portered hosts
Against tides
Reuse time

Punt lather
Astound gorse
Purses

Lessening choice
Approach pasts
Renews light

Punt atasco
Renewslight
Again

Particle of
Claimed
punts



jim leftwich
UNSAID

what unsaid
declares in
hand was

exit taken
place

what flees
aloud in
endless

risks wants
chance unsaid

encounter




tom taylor
RESTAIN

Returns aligning
Marks the slots
Normal acts

Force declares
Musics of
Time

Passion pours
The linger pin

Resurgent




jim leftwich
TALK


silence raised unwritten
remembers time
appalled in bodies

time enduring justice
avenge the beating
talk





tom taylor
SPORE

Gong banding hammers
Reclude memory
Respite of sentries

Roll back again
The lesser
Dreams are



jim leftwich
NO LONGER


memories
tactical intersection

the book no longer
immediately

an unstable
formula

reduced to binding





tom taylor
RENEWAL

Muses
Refuse transit

These layers at portion
Declined

For denial
Postulate

Against the moon





jim leftwich
NOW


now
taken for a few days

beginning on an island
between

a worship and a war

prolongs
the composed reduces




tom taylor
HOW

How
reminded light here

affirmed at fortunes
aligned

the pressure climbing

fluxed
at angels singe




jim leftwich
SUDDEN


sudden emerging
from enough lack unfolds
as eyes
recall resound

how such and such
how so

nostrils and nothing
the game of the umbrella




tom taylor
POSITION

Standing aloud
Suddenly airs restore doubt
The pools
Affirm presence

Now remind at remonse
Thus posts

The head as potion
Your open seasons aren’t





jim leftwich
TAKING PLACE


memory cracks the
door intact to
an egg in flames

this way the unstable
as flat as empty as

taking place




tom taylor
REFUSING THE OATH

Decisions act at
Forms their lights a
To trickster to pots
Marking tones loudly
The plane is fired

Opening nose




jim leftwich
DISINFECTANT


cathect pulpit ashtray
jackals junk mail

biological cargo class
consciousness exits
seems together

smells like disinfectant
and repression




tom taylor
PORCH STAIN

Enfold the narker plus
Folks fuck folds

The Latinate shipment is
Portico claims
The lessening

Covers the earth
Too soon




jim leftwich
ORACLE


junk loudly junk sleek
and fluid

eyebrows prose blurs
microscopic caskets

flog the flag songs
sudden letters seep

peace pace in place
and eat the knit glut gold




tom taylor
POSITION

Fluttered against noon pulls
At portions

Haircuts noun sluts
Among friends now

Worms digging in here
Glower at posts remind




jim leftwich
A TEXT


the important thing is

what
does it advance

the burnt referent in a formula



too little is too much space
too much is too little time





tom taylor
THE NEXT

What crossed the line

What
Pulls the road apart

Lingering pustules make dirt





jim leftwich
PESTILENCE


pestilence and tribal bugles

patriotic axe cribs hunt
and hut cork slowly diction

more nutrition than
smuggling dead bodies

unbuttoned and oppressive axles





tom taylor
ORIFICE

Disuse in memory hammers

The flagged whimsy death lair
Fix the airs reclining now

This air fixes us
Down in the deeper realm

Disclosing your open hams





jim leftwich
EMPIRE SYRUP


as spoon ash
thought of him
guished him from the fish

ous hen we
thoughts hitch hem
tioned us with surprise

with empire syrup
and kelp tones

there was something wild
fish beats
code and serial but




tom taylor
UMPIRE SCOLIATIC

Lay total arks
The rush of day
Pullied out these ants

Far the pats
Signs pull down
Repull to late particles

Baseball distinctions
At other artifice


This was not new
Or hosted
Posts neutral plots





jim leftwich
THOUGHT I OUGHT TO ASK


certainly the stalks
i believed at hut
leaves scornful
sometimes corn
now that i think
about it i’m also
thinking syrup gut
bust buzzard changed
everything
useless unless
and so what if it didn’t
something terrible
to bet the meat





tom taylor
HERE’S YOUR DAUGHTER BACK

Ekes at the normal sponsor
You’d cleared the port
Trees reclined
Against wheat
But we pass the sign
To fork the lighter
Drinking saturated porks
Clear the linger
Total
Aparted smokes
But clears the air
Toward monsters
At short a fleet






jim leftwich
TREES


and night’s afterglow
bothers the still abut

but that won’t teach
the distance three
times its tense of

trees

at such times
sentences passing
are barely terrible

who wouldn’t have
the feeling of being
anyone other than me





tom taylor
FLEAS

Affirmed day’s glitter
Heaps your nostrum

Never again will yell
Afore apart the lines
A marker in its’ time

Spore

When you cling
Pastures lurked
Are not audible

Leave the flue
Alone with me
Your own determination





jim leftwich
ADMIT

harps fronting hymn presence less
earth than aloft of this
therein the ruin

i wanted to admit annihilated
curiosity and vulnerable
forgetfulness

found troubled less to expose
in moments word
and savage fact

he has read in front
fallen write moves
i was never silent





tom taylor
EXCLAIM

Rosters parted lunar deals
The mark not sudden
Affirms the pork

I wanted a part newer
For saviors delighted
The reticent debt cleared

No fonts are pealing in
Dead white doves
Are newer reliant





jim leftwich
STRENGTH


stant only to listen
canal decodes
seldom simplest

most people don’t understand
the happiness of unimportance

i became thin and convinced
when did it give me strength

speak of the said
in moments past
he said

i saw him
ment of solitude
ing too and asleep





tom taylor
POSITION

Files the hour
Etruscan queen room
Files forward fellows

You speak of fullness
Within understanding

Removal toward hours
The leaning tree of pistols

I had no portions in control
Nor stuttered here
The lesser dooms recalled

The fortunate survivors hear
The sounds of others
Under the fallen snow today



October 2007