theme
beans never snap-on tools ladder-dung
is a gum-magus coleslaw gallant and
aglow
the law of the katydid is militant
snag gusto
stun rusts in Pakistan
05.16.2011
variation
stinks the same actual katydid
the stink-bug unwinds
dangerous positivist traps and tropes
since when does the able-bodied sinus
sinuous and sing bidding islands
angular angels bulbous bamboo and
buttoned wrong
05.16.2011
theme
inherent naysaying tongue annotates
angelic maladies mad dais lasts loss
alas in the shade of the sinus-mandala
what do you mean today is a gritty night
since what anyway today is is a player
piano sinus but that was saturday
part topical pose
part gnosis and part nose
05.16.2011
variation
backsliding into Kansas is no fun
no matter what the players say
one big slab of hidden maya
not saying that a slab of hidden
since when the night clangs knots
maybe there is no daffodil today
05.16.2011
theme
banana gamelan
mandible argyle angina
Gaia
goop
at danger
at graying gong
dial-up dahlia
silver hasten the sarong
Madagascar unmasked at last
the highlights of hindsight
pangs of spit
05.16.2011
variation
mulls lasting same
from the hinterlands we
sail into the shinto winter
all along the misaligned mandrake
by dint of tape and loss
at night in the sneaker-flit net
a shirt-fang coiling rung
same magick same game
same gasping mudra
05.16.2011
theme
sack of mash-salad lukewarm
we are younger than myself
but not by much
we could have been a salmon
or a sea-faring angel
if it is not too much to say
yes and paste
pass the black-eyed peas
is there any other way
05.16.2011
variation
snorkel at last the salutations
cut and dangle
cull mangle halibut cuticles
mismanaged by sea-faring
angels
we can almost hear them say
the past stops here
05.16.2011
theme
napping at the ankles
the detuned toolshed
the maladjusted ladder
05.16.2011
variation
anger detuned is play
maya in a kayak
05.16.2011
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Thursday, June 23, 2011
poems || Jim Leftwich
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