jim leftwich & steve dalachinsky -- a Blakean sunset

a Blakean sunset 

​visiting the air brought

         vulnerable clearance

   waiting as the water

      pursues memories

         lovers gone

fading flowers

     sun in and out

olive oil in the salad

  dreams twinkling​​

    among the ivories

   purring soup bone

hovers above our

         lower wading

  snout-sand

    at the Inn of the Us

        pop art eye

in the spinach

diddly/squat mirth-worms

      jumpin in the juniper

  one mint at a time

what squirms like a doodle

   with lime-scented tones

rappelling bumper-to-bumper

    inside the tunnel

 connecting limp nods to

    telepathy

like a funnel filtering

      nodes through

   the lamp nexus 

swath to Connecticut

   where we dawdle in the twaddle

     with our swaddling bands undone

        ​​a Blakean sunset on the tips of our lips

     slipping downstream

  without a

paddle

in the hand zone madding

       dour as a crypt

   where the chosen ones perilously straddle.

​august 2019​