Jim Leftwich, The trembling graceful dance

The trembling graceful dance

Out west smiles upon my black and white cracks shut. Ghosts moist at most and float. The boats are happy the cold is happy the cherubim are happy the bodies are happy. The smile is no longer as confused as the corners of its lips.

Do not split the known from the pure as an exercise in shapelessness.

Flows therein to knots of electricity. Flows therein to knots of electricity briefer than the cliff sparks rain. Flows therein to knots of electricity coveted from the watch. Flows therein to knots of electricity broken never teeth of wine. Beneath the cheekbones.

Vocation spots the surpass by hanging an upturned rye.

The features are crinkled the lips are crinkled the universe is crinkled the trembling graceful dance is crinkled.

jim leftwich

05.14.2017