jim leftwich, poem, from Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 168

siverous pemeline kijaa

so to looting enforced
total ten for skin
fiction ceramic quiet ten
when a
he jammed
a men
night burning blocks zero

or brutality in the cloud
not for symptoms sat there
paranoid a
after
during
in cloudknots it
eye coiled the stark trucks again
national on they

arrived
of real
blocked
smoke

was red cheese in
the wondering change

news during secondary blanks
the unheard
realities in daylight

while the exits claw
a situation in words

who long-call matters
syndicated council

city of knots
where hat-yeast
& silence sliced

writing myself for tomorrow
--washing machine
--tire iron
--crossroads
--gas station
centimeters
of information
shed & plump