Jim Leftwich
albeit
slope bone mogul
gemini pinch extension
Hegelian germs
adopt mobius lithium
heretofore & thereafter
wherein
smithereens oneiric
venerable gnawing energies
eschew thoughtlessful
holistic uselessness
stranded in nucleic sausage
young & partial
at the recombinative territories
the story resembles nothing
so much as itself
devices question and/or
theorize our dreamscapes'
spectacular persona
a toe-hold hauls the piano
access tornado never
therein the broken
nerves of 2020
procedural wherewithal
at best neither
edge crush tests
nor aggregations
are trusted to
rearrange
our options
widespread bread coaxed
even as debilitating
economic knives
ingle impoxximate
kindle a refuge from the
deluge we find our porous
shadows helpless in
the yearlong noise
seeds of scarce sacrifice
burgeon or bludgeon
replenish as we finish
the rainforest plunges into
suggestive landfills
enforcement of rivers
slopes additive light
dilates jagged magic
gemini acquired its
daylight on the eleventh
of January
as done
so ventured
a piano exists before
the inventions of its
tension
history
poised on the pulse
of formal
intention
what oceanic goals
in our month of
protein?
protein neither oceanic
nor rotting among
forgotten sheep
bags
he said
in piles
before
the banks
school corrodes the everlasting
and illustrates the familiar
he does
when hovering
in cadence
winter
wrapped in string
juxtaposed
to the blue hyphen
ecology is neither
created nor
entwined with
creativities
the new theme is about
cooperation and the
imagination of
non-violence
excerpts from old battles
are jarring and studiously
agile
slogging along mired
in germinal magic
partially rehashed corridors of winter
________________________
January 2023
Nevada
Jim Leftwich is an American poet. Along with his wife, Sue, he is currently living and traveling in a van, mostly in the western states.
His most recent publications can be found at the Otoliths magazine website, and at Luna Bisonte Prods.