3 poems, jim leftwich 12.31.2016

snarl may appear as ripe vibration

decisive poets feathered robbery as the bell of the goat slinks between the flickering electronics, wrote who muster a particular longing, the shells in their fish and the verbs without bail, to explain in gritty 8mm noise-frame (fabulous lush grunge of the bleary-eyed pages, rapid-fire typewriter chronicles esoteric images hand-painted and useless), reading the six gravitated highlights anywhere (a cow pasture in Amherst County, a pizzeria in Cow Hollow...), the noise lives as curious as a house show beside an alley on 10th street -- research into the door of neurological turbulence bristles like miraculous infinities phase transitions washed by electrical ingredients shimmering cactus loosely rebirth/breakthrough experientially studious upaya nymphs gnashing totipotent moxibustion, unnamed meadows and lobster jaws eating the dried enzymes of the brain: handle and is in molecules, is the hunter manifest in the untitled church of plants (dissolves elsewhere hovering robot-aggregates, delirium systematic, scattered adventures hosting chimerical storms

jim leftwich

12.31.2016

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Railroad blood and wine

Illusive are industrialists so much quantum individuals, satisfied with controlled values, who tinker with myths and resources to choose among time and response. The value of most researchers would take the assistant restaurant perfectly close to tether the unbreakable seas, moss gilded castanets the hunt for longer hours than the icons of evolution, but cadence leaps neither infinite nor think, into the next lather of events as time. Steady passes in flow to the quantum history of rooms. Instead, the illusion is simply there. The sentence unfolds rather than extends a share of its inviolable relics. Radio by eight defines the spoons thin workweek. Railroad proclamation five days from labor institutes The League of Early Signs for horrific time framework "gibbous moon over an open field" as long as many clocks become keepers of management arrival ("the mist of production over horses"), mail the hammer into an assembly line, obsessed.

jim leftwich

12.31.2016

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bird than-sailor poetry

...into the brick single design. energy is a dry osmotic microphone, he said, pulsing his legitimacy, pumping, the hidden masquerade of identity. while within the access, practice of infectious destinations, when shiny shamanic x-ray impostor-raft sustainable, (The Footprints of Paris in 1960): restive nests moon, details which middle socks, drunk in the basement bathroom in North Beach (1979), the causal sun heart-orifice -- at the end of the table of liberty. opening therein the gap of perceptions and dreaming romanticist surfaces, where the visible centerpiece of experiential poetry is notably in turmoil during the remains of an internal lyric, does not among the ideas of Corso summarize repurposed beginnings. the theographical goals no longer suffice. a calculated criticism approaches the fish, folded in hues, the pointed seams writing beneath. a return of the book is now recorded as transnational quintessence and phenomenological convergence. literature itself now believes in itself only in the revolutionary sands of history, flowering quaint in the church of the insurrection, who skew and swirl the immediate innings and descants of postwar identity.

jim leftwich

12.31.2016