Wednesday, September 02, 2015

jim leftwich, poem

currenth world experts
are closer to
througl suction rain
develope hours houses
in the Mud, flour
and initiation for the
burning gravy weekend.
they splash docile is
large flavor of
stubble quail, mulch
mirrors drab flake O
panda, piano-due, in
a state of furry names.
neoliberal capitalism
as if a boot on fire
interface sleeveless
tongue harpoon
that their intertia
manifests cocoon
affective commodification
of our daily lives?
industrial lung research.
during members-only is
open to the 1920s,
relaunching uranium
territory and
other periodic worlds.

jim leftwich, poem

school shoes
incluode
pretzel,
hamburger horse opus,
together through
the snow.
they reconstruct
insteach heat, with
their poached ego
internalized,
textual curses
like copies of
weeds and praxis.
it is 1:25 PM
in 1971 and we
are through
with folding
towels for the
Age of Enlightenment.