steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich

your carbon

drop spot feed
the oil of it splat on the surface
of words
where poetry resounds like flat cancers

your carbon
sweat distance
winter
aghast again near the monument
of slavers gone
white-faced
blisters
sleepwalking thru
ice and cities
where under where
there may dwell an order
linked to stoppage expectation
& calm.

steve dalachinsky & jim leftwich 01.09