WARM REGARDS Poems written in December 2020 Jim Leftwich
serried are the distant trees.
the list goes on and on and
on, on and on. this morning
i am thanking everyone for
last night. the matchbook
totem opens spaces sparkling
to the end. this is our next
chance. we are eligible to
be legible, but never again.
never a hat at that, not ever.
during who minus back home
in which the blemish of hubris
was strewn like a beacon
across the lawns of a small
town soup / have to become
an entrance into our own set
of unauthored circumstances.
right now a portal into the
sea elsewhere no future
that anyone can work with.
1.cerebral plastids once wept [starchy/thin[e] cortex] broken,
membranous, firmament: trigonometries full of clouds above heads
barometric flux, spun rivets before air
2. eternity bivouacking solitude fortuitous yellows on nicotine
thumbs : re: they fancied conspirators in the [d]rains, conjured
[e]motion in glass, magazines, endothermic bodies elastic ion
bombardment re: dirty square, angling submonolayers [in film languages
disperse across grain–]
3.surfacing by strain in silicide re: kinetics, they stared at a blank
wall and found their eyes trailed vein-work of peeling paint: re:
osmosis–they found water concentrated in the middles of their palms]
all surfaces diffused.