jim leftwich, 3 poems

Walking Convulsive Feedback

...by the body which lives here, in gigabytes and history, as a prophetic instinct against the central dawn. Talisman freehand onto fields and scenes opens simply to the public as unavailable autobiography. The glands of the real are surfictional and bizarre. Beyond us now lies an early landscape of spare time, spare tires, lost time, spare ribs, wasted time, spare change and sacred time. Each subject demands as value agents of the arts and nouns, while innocence child-skies on ordnance-perspective wallpaper, work itself far away and on paper, floods raving, defying writings, at war with the disconnected rebel planet, fires mad with heroic panoramas. The history of rebellion moist universe, avenue of course against adults, remember the hammer and the cycle. Sortilege obviously conceptual at the bottom of the sea, redundancy in music is usually unselfish, systemic beanstalk goat in medicine mediated and parsed mid-writing, obscure referential frogs, the protean sky cannot carry the mythic protein of our particular chaos, alert to the arts and also structured expansively.

jim leftwich

04.26.2017

Collapse & Rust

Many appliances are perceptic. The critic chooses her own boots. A couple of sense-brokers munching myself piano, other than, to do other than they did with my to-do list.

To each his own brittle ego, eggs over intrusively, playing reverse consonants while separating responses into invented orders, self-organizing, nervous versus never, accidentally mingling sensations with our other written selves.

Poets kykeon openly. The futures arguing elsewhere with reference to the roof. Toe grit total windows knot orifice very unwanted, close the door and get flat like an apricot. Forget again in layers gerbil crash otters grazing in the field, reeling in the open field. The verbs vibrate and intersect. Toward the end of melancholy sidewalks leading to parchment farm. Candy framing the plastic arts against poetry tunnel syndrome. Iconic green contrarians flap thoroughly in the corridor. Sailing solitary dance, parallel to immediate Rimbaud torch yourself, hands-off the television in Boise, collaborations melt like spoons and drip from the marrow bridge. Alphabet dictum sleeve-storm.

jim leftwich

04.26.2017

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Modes of Relational Unrest

What eye? When we provide the improvised possible, the component refrigerator telephonic meander referring, who speaks as a medium represents the conveyor belt of the mundane. Content thus freely something, complicates the hot air balloon, not what you were looking for?

A person is an artwork unless otherwise happenstance harbinger holistic. Meaning limps from lamp to lamp. Lumps greater than the given are basic about the central. Clumps intertwined feather further moments.

What telephonic mundane were you looking for? The central holistic meander? Is not good enough? Is not enough?

Independent significance inheres in the role opposed. Essence carries result-carnage and vanishes like carrion into the coils of creation. Parallel awareness unfolds outside the building. Perhaps presence is sour with wound and contributes to something different.

jim leftwich

04.26.2017