jim leftwich, 13 poems

we are, if anything, in architecture

to these changes / annual parrots
sharing an egg or two / steadily
wanting to create what is produced
waiting to curate what is reduced
panting to collate what is seduced
ranting to prorate what is deduced
haunting to rotate what is traduced



read our moss reservatior abunda
have the coat for the coast
indoors again crest and
other otter
the destructive nature of paper
structural read none for
shoes flew the broken wrong few
around groutl 14 on nor
perspectives contem cultura
again to provide a persona expe



panop
Big E
has
co-life



proposed by confining
convincing never
mental dimer
as the priv
plad work rele
by the socks of the
experiential
immaterial digita med
works projecft half
of the united umbrella



seas weight nor scissors
reduce / chairs in the
cafeteria / abacus,
but not for you



bitten who said there will be
no revolving meat / expect
thousands more, felt / over
the sea and across the sand
with mostly myself in mind



today, fillip of fish, the
land-scar aesthetic
/ philosophy is
arbitrary and solitary



in an instant leveraged
the Weary Continent
or feathers, relatively
secret materials / pour
& similar, aha & unless



what house what 8-foot
what Historian of Was
what the line and what
the wind 70 years less
comfortably undecided



to imagine
has quite another
porous



never seen
including an even
narrator



another weel wildfires inflect
from 9-Wild Covid Smoke
that crosses the loss and
is more cornered than
before the burn scar floods



physic centaur papers and
furnace tornado / if the
crushed awareness / for
vocal obtuse about the
bottleneck seen / spleen
among ants, as original as
they are crooked