jim leftwich
foment crux
foment crux. as let the imbricate moment, alembic ferment, thrust against the rain of error, forward squared nor circular pegged to the rounders whole. if flux, then stand, if shifts the sorted strands to sift many flows at once. nor as one from each our discontinuous unity, our contiguity among their discourse, our complicity against ourselves. follows many at a glance, avant yard the secret basement in the attic, secretes what it distills, shoulders forward nor cyclical to nurture.
05.21.08
against at
lest it be as at, unbecoming from all of us, muster a plural against the eye, or so we write between our fleeting now and now. our feet again as metaphor at a desk must lure us to the next, or tempt allure of reading rote asleep inside the wheel. i owe you some more work, we owe ourselves a nest of texts. slow the eye to greet the word, or so we never said but wrote. to cure the curse rehearse the rite. how do you think it feels? neither a leap nor an aside to say, howl do you field if thinks. form a plural eye between the feat and tests. lest it be as at. becoming to a stop. against that.
05.21.08
interrogation
wonders ever crease. away from mysterious ways while working the surface and the texture, who dreams of being a wart on terror, either slippery in the seams or receptive to their text. sever to increase. immersed in the received sewer, enough of at if that, dismissed or diminished to fit that crock of shit. flock of minions missives while working the surface of their hex. to flit that clock if slit. too flat that lock of slots. tooth fiat look of lots. no water aboard the fever to surcease and amerce, no commerce of misprision, no whole dreads of being a warp of error. at vex among what next. interrogate the surface of their text.
05.21.08
early 80s
roadside kilter snipe, gutter rift frets and lingers. swiftly floats the bloat of time, the arrows flow to the artichoke. i shudder to have quite remembering you. should have shroud up and brood away come time ago. astride wilt and snipe hunt, swift stutter bets and longing boats. come to me she said, she said run away, but i wouldn’t listen to myself. i can still see her see-through negligence. i swear by the mirror and the cork, not obscene at the outset, no fog along the grate. what’s worth remembering is what didn’t happen. we could have been slitting throats.
05.22.08
self-constructive
bastards of self rank stranglers to me, no morse code heroics, no nostalgia for the mud, clawing boot by boot across the bloody lattice. the buzzards are circling the cortex, strangers on the shelf. tooth meat nose morsel codex. the derangement of the senseless was simple in adolescence, since become unsustainable. no such luck for the sentences, lucid but a little late. constrain multitudes, contain swarms, sustain networks. nothing works. tool beats gnosis parcel index. vocabulary by osmosis is systemic fiction. he was a self-constructive adolescent, plural and imperative.
05.22.08
foot in the door
our hackles heckler ruminate, transhumant gurgles goggles. speak meat plain of jars like landmines illuminate. doors of perception remain ajar, six feet asleep in received cliché, the other foot on the slave. why we muster such remains mysterious waste, one foot fit against the jamb, another fit for the landfill. peek beats american grain like minced illuminations. refuse refuse. the access road leads to the palace of wisdom. the bypass leads to rome.
05.22.08
foment crux. as let the imbricate moment, alembic ferment, thrust against the rain of error, forward squared nor circular pegged to the rounders whole. if flux, then stand, if shifts the sorted strands to sift many flows at once. nor as one from each our discontinuous unity, our contiguity among their discourse, our complicity against ourselves. follows many at a glance, avant yard the secret basement in the attic, secretes what it distills, shoulders forward nor cyclical to nurture.
05.21.08
against at
lest it be as at, unbecoming from all of us, muster a plural against the eye, or so we write between our fleeting now and now. our feet again as metaphor at a desk must lure us to the next, or tempt allure of reading rote asleep inside the wheel. i owe you some more work, we owe ourselves a nest of texts. slow the eye to greet the word, or so we never said but wrote. to cure the curse rehearse the rite. how do you think it feels? neither a leap nor an aside to say, howl do you field if thinks. form a plural eye between the feat and tests. lest it be as at. becoming to a stop. against that.
05.21.08
interrogation
wonders ever crease. away from mysterious ways while working the surface and the texture, who dreams of being a wart on terror, either slippery in the seams or receptive to their text. sever to increase. immersed in the received sewer, enough of at if that, dismissed or diminished to fit that crock of shit. flock of minions missives while working the surface of their hex. to flit that clock if slit. too flat that lock of slots. tooth fiat look of lots. no water aboard the fever to surcease and amerce, no commerce of misprision, no whole dreads of being a warp of error. at vex among what next. interrogate the surface of their text.
05.21.08
early 80s
roadside kilter snipe, gutter rift frets and lingers. swiftly floats the bloat of time, the arrows flow to the artichoke. i shudder to have quite remembering you. should have shroud up and brood away come time ago. astride wilt and snipe hunt, swift stutter bets and longing boats. come to me she said, she said run away, but i wouldn’t listen to myself. i can still see her see-through negligence. i swear by the mirror and the cork, not obscene at the outset, no fog along the grate. what’s worth remembering is what didn’t happen. we could have been slitting throats.
05.22.08
self-constructive
bastards of self rank stranglers to me, no morse code heroics, no nostalgia for the mud, clawing boot by boot across the bloody lattice. the buzzards are circling the cortex, strangers on the shelf. tooth meat nose morsel codex. the derangement of the senseless was simple in adolescence, since become unsustainable. no such luck for the sentences, lucid but a little late. constrain multitudes, contain swarms, sustain networks. nothing works. tool beats gnosis parcel index. vocabulary by osmosis is systemic fiction. he was a self-constructive adolescent, plural and imperative.
05.22.08
foot in the door
our hackles heckler ruminate, transhumant gurgles goggles. speak meat plain of jars like landmines illuminate. doors of perception remain ajar, six feet asleep in received cliché, the other foot on the slave. why we muster such remains mysterious waste, one foot fit against the jamb, another fit for the landfill. peek beats american grain like minced illuminations. refuse refuse. the access road leads to the palace of wisdom. the bypass leads to rome.
05.22.08
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