Steve Dalachinsky / Jim Leftwich
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Paris (& London) / Roanoke
free time
free time what an idea
at 12:51 p.m. Virginia
time a Thursday in
early spring
12:11 am paris time
nearly the same times > tho
am/pm meet only twice per day
dark & light continually
intertwine
9:36 p.m. east coast time / the
same is never the same for
as long as it seems to some
10:33 am paris time
what hemisphere is this
serious warp in constellated
progress / back to sleep before the
chill seeps thru worsening knees
10:48 a.m. roanoke time
history is written in semaphore / what
arc of constellations or leap of will
projects our lack in worsted
needs? / free will in pairs or one at
a time appears neither early nor
near 4:09 am which in ny time is actually 10:09pm
pooped settee whereas the go/fer so tired merch
survived the korean bbque & where the money went
that never gets spent / ispent & serpented
ah the scented nets the scented fevers the scented
honey / the facts of golf are hairy (maybe furry)
at 10:45 p.m. in rainy virginia / here paris' 8:28 am
no sleep chilly still morning / old friend soon
caffeine benet yum soon metro walk sum/sun (f)art
coup long surviving boyhood
3:36 a.m. sleep very soon / no calf soup nor
willing bum along the brainy filter / no
spoon mourning
the folded beanstalk
P / R
cassoulet
gratin spelled village hoop
the bridge crossed twice
a map of fire/eaters in san michel
but only where i could see them
yes, i have no gratuitous potatoes
only a map of the loop around the bridge
the gratin had pom(p) de terre / cunard /
anchovies / fromage chevre / back ache / chilly winds /
antonette's head / sour knuckle / ankle cramp /
picon biere & st. denis' hairclippings >
it grates on my nerves
to atone for the
piccolo and the air pump
the chevrolet seat buckle
and this detour around
our frilled bank of canards
the terrine of guillotined spleens
between the mean line & the beans
a cassoulet of splayed watermarks
antique books & resourced whack-a-dos
leave us standing in the Seine
stranded in the James
standing in the river
crying underwater
weeping in the rain
P / R
back to god
rain through the roof and
wind through the attic &
tornadoes in a circle
around us
sunset on lamarck
create bad discussions
about poésie / films ok
the the soup tho good
could have been better
those are sardines he said
with avocado & horseradish
mustard / not bad for
a breakfast sandwich
at 1:27 in the afternoon
indeed the roof caves in
the hunchback weeps \
water fire life 1000 years now gone back to god
P / R
rebuilt tourists
grey phone
batterrries change life the
plat d'jour 2 left
ONGLET angled
ange d' rêve et nuage
nakedly on/to
were removed not completed and
continued after ordinary fading
aisles of the helix in accord
with lost coils larger than the
ancient gods / notre dame a haven for trapped
tourists / ugly / beauty
guarded by the law or a crowd of 1000's to catch
a burnt out hommage to le otre
no more than three years from
the thirteenth century through
two world wars and into their
rebuilt windows with two-thirds
of the roof in doubt
now his new film about ethnology
& the sky falling as well tho no one sees it
another black hole & she melting into
morning even though
the economy is
a hoax and we can
begin our idea of
perpetual war on any
date that pleases us
except the date past due.
P / R
hear say whatchamean
units discarded change the course
of floors apart from coasts in the
larger electricity
goofs old friends eclectic ego/vamps
the codeine & cream mountains
remain forever embers
i remember spoofs of gold at the
ends of lectures long ago
chaplin eating the souls of his
shoes in no rush to get some
where / isou a know-more-it all
reading the code of the seine &
dreaming fountains of mercurial alpha/
bets When alla sudden this crazy scribble pops up like
a letteral brain
bearing the fiery ghost of "our lady"
into the new new world
of old dreams.
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beyond the plague
beyond crazy chink in (h)armour
dopple engagement
the swarm gets more confusing
as fears in/crease
the haymarket blinking a maze beyond
the gauge of doodles
fused with moral warmth
and a lease on our wrinkled ears
stinking of wealth by the railroad tracks
squatters on the poor man's
gentrifiers tone the dope
it's white that truly is the plague
P / R
gross smuggled nostalgia
nostalgia mingles in the ashes of
the burning pharmacy with knots
smuggled from images of a
rootless history of chicken hummers
in cities where midnight reads 0:00
& projections of lily livered lollies
commence hammering a wicker
mantra in praise of folly and fusion
with the atomic clock reading two
minutes to midnight
flopped at brunch special on
easter sunday
all the museums have a
special on gross propaganda shirts
or a chopped-up lunch poem like
difference exercise bee
Virginia something exercise
everybo be lying were you
cle hated did different Ha
wa allo perfe one f once before then some.
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chawed second rice to price
moon fest la gare
noir serious rice theft
price classic fondue
fondling da jewelry
folding the lice nor loon
nest in waft & weft
of serial hors
de guerre
hours before
the wash & wear proved
fatal
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as rare & safe as our initial oysters
la conditione humaine they
used to call it / a window
onto our initial conditions
wind breakers on benders
the lion share of gab
though one knows much
one is out of touch ...
air conditioners are
blenders / wine beakers are
as rare as snow
oysters melt on the tongue
no one is safe within the art
world > no tally can be tolled
P / R
the knife-dust blues
peering into the book/knife
serious dust on shoe/hoos
where twas canal flip/out
sensation of bree/ginning (s)
brief & briefly thinning
breathing in
the knife-dust
blues
P / R
the origami grubbs
saw ourselves focused and complicit
in aesthetics and appliances / saw
ourselves factual and pulsing in the
transient nightlight thru the train
windows the lines of tracks
the stories of ascent & de(s)cent
made no senses / saw
them forecast and illicit in ethics and
applesauce / fractal and pleasingly
transcendent / made them up / seen
through scented lenses
sensing no goodnik pictos
graphing the routes that lead
allwhere
sessop the origami grubbs / their
knobby bears / their gamete
sessions / their weary bread &
snouts / their pictograph
sputnik sensors / no good will come
of it tho coming is sometimes better
than going when going has come to a halt
we wait & gather our rose buds in
though there are few left on the bush
what were we thinking & why
were we thinking it and how
did the brain feel
thinking thinking
was the only way in....
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gourmandes & salamanders
freed here at 251 am
cold as well & flimsy/oop
tagine pruneaux makes me fart
but what a gas / price lambchop
treat frithenmized by cowpokers
sky loops & knee jam
prune wine
folded tangerine butter
meat art
clams hopping
cowering jokers
water/melon crepes
salade gourmandes / days of cloud & sun
where 19 year old boys are
tortured for not bowing down
we are salamanders
singing in their fires
lost commanders
lunatics & liars
ravaged commune strikers
& mute town criers
P / R
Rembrandt beans & carrion
ping pong spray & sway poker poker
Unrecognized serial
pits ping pong slip
bailing out the snooker pie
red ball in the chipped eye
before cats
turned on dim selves
the shelf-life of a pork-pie hat
is longer than anyone could
have reasonably imagined
posting no bills where dalston lane
meets the periphery of legend street
the gerunds are made
of porphyry dashed on
their own upholstery
up holsters ready to carry
fired arms into the protracted
permanent waste
for tact read carrion for
arms read tired
for perforated haste
read micromanagement
and pinto
beans where
rembrandt shot his paper
load & post/cards coked japan.
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bygone verlaine elevators
crapped plond
exploit the goners
he responsible for changes
relives the line of ancestors
snapped like Detroit restive
& pondering the lonely
syllables / like the linear
clang of asbestos
big clang & the
daily mail crash thru slot like bygone bubbles
shepherd's pie becoming scarcer
"they wandered away from the
island" "of course, but there never
was an island" mainly sail bash through
plots & bystanding rudders / leopards
dying from scars or cancer
in the alms house where verlaine &
rimbaud fucked or there where dylan thomas lived
or there where the jews are still hated
or there where music's mural shines
like 20 violins played by
a beautiful woman
it gets three and a half degrees colder
with every one thousand foot increase
in elevation & the elevator got stuck
on the 5th flaw....
L / R
lucid catchwords
lucid furor bastion at raccoon volume
in the coin-lock semantics we have
traduced our roaming mercury
opening school farts mercy beats
scene
old & dead henri
fat poet sang his hearth
out
take care of driver's license,
registration / insurance / banking,
voting / one gallon of water weighs
eight pounds / walking up a wrong-way street /
freud's house /
psychorealism / low batteries / ex /-communi >
cation / lanced kidney
pain
in
the foot
drenched samosa / overground
rock startle poem hack nerve boy
blanched smattering
of grouse
& feuding streaks
english folk
mean terminate the goose/ling/o
whilst still a catchword
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until the feast is complete
here the money becomes a tangle of torment
the fervor not in one's favor / things fly
then crash / cash responds to bereavement
trash strewn everywhere disguised as human
here in a thin rash of feverish dawns
combing our knots and weaving
our fingers in the rye we weave loaves of
bread then stall between the cabbage & lentils until
the feast is complete
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confluence of the birds
a fine sky for grey rainwater
accumulating like ground
meat in the lowlands of my
own private mindfield
the perfect day in a perfectly imper-
fect whirl then something goes missing
as the weather warms
and the bumblebees
swarm and the feathered snakes
go on hissing their defects
& my leg breaks out in hives
& the jungian shrink
shrink wraps my heart
& mails it to albert hall
it's a small price to pay for
all the traps in what ails
our part of the brink
as with temptation
birdsong/insomnia
& wordless graphic novels
L / R
sparkling egret coffee breaks
sparkling pond van go
tanning salon
secret busing
crazy hand flaying
lady scream
a shame the fish &
chips killed con-
science going
beyond the parking
lawn where fusion
secretes a ladle
of nameless ships
sleepless flips
coffee breaks and
menemen the odds against
redaction very slim
spanking our tandem
egrets lazily
fading
into the sunrise
L / R
April-May 2019
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