Jim Leftwich


Ezekial

coyote. we see wildlife all the time. cold enough to see a cough at four o four in the morning. deer, rabbits, squirrels, groundhogs, raccoons. parking lot campground. but this one is different. gibbous moon. he is 10 feet àway and would be happy to eat our cat.

2022. midwinter. two forty four in the morning. Death Valley is a sleeping book. my brain is a naked prose poem, images and sentences dreaming deeply in a ditch. Kissinger and Nixon plotting to wake the teeth mother in Eastern Europe.

Writing poems on a cellphone is like sleeping through French class while a junior in high school. I refuse to explain myself. Walk through the door as if nothing has ever happened.

fishends reporse peccable satz 
tetrapods joice the outer shoe 



historical stories are no natic 
brand of natesse generosity 
generative intuitions pecca 
ursatz terrain clouded their 
hellbent winter purposity 
parboiled thoroughly on the 
presiding path 



march arch parch par 
are per pear pair air 
fair fear ear bear 
bar par per perch 
per church arch 
itch it char hard car



marbleized bushels line 
mesmerizing lettuce no 
not lettuce nor mesmer 
icing not linear or line-
breakage raging bushe 
ls marbleized besides 



kiosk claquers claustrophobic 
demystified artichokes arbitrarily 
hoist fiscal eyebrows 
analytical ditch & saunter 
rorschach ambiguities slant 
around the foothills of history



milks a better axe a 
bale of gifts, if only half the 
world was near / to hux 
at Essene, eating a snag 
for the snake of your 
hammer and your cycle 



how today is an example
of time sweltering 
supine foggy condensation 
and why the toe-ghosts 
exude our evenings 
brightly methane metaphor 



beyond naturalist form 
norms Jones nothing 
foaming Quaker nothing 
from a convoy of snails 
"the only thing we're 
dogmatic about is 
tolerance" said the 
recruiter from the 
Quaker college 



unsaddled unsettled 
wedge-bordering 
imaginary null set 
nil / the ladders pull 
themselves up by 
their bootstraps 
behind them / ex 
nihilo / nothing 
from nothing equals 
one



was on the inching sevens 
few others side with 
dialogues on the thresh 
hold folding our clouds 
closely to the thought 
automatic yore uncoiling 
flowts down the head 
less river they mentor 
with and without a fear 
of unwinding mentation



beyond nihilistic form 
from bone nothing 
from qualia nothing 
from a covey of quail 
the tone of nothing 
bird dogs of the beyond 



from birds the form 
quakes to convey 
the bone nota bene 
a nail is nothing if 
not the shadow of 
its hammer



it is a knot a thief a snake it 
is a tooth a knot a bean it is 
what makes a bitter wax a
tale of if, if only half the 
world would hear / to pux 
that Essez, eating a flag 
for the sake of your 
grammar and your stamina 



on both sleeves governing 
by unbuilt moral quivvivity 



fortunate thresh 
olds morbidly 
intolerant of 
muddy feet
and electricity



rorschach ambergrass 
embergrass ambergris



Did I say Ezekiel? If I had meant
Ezekiel, I would have said Ezekiel!



Milp
Moki
Bju
Nuyh
Bhet
Vocfre
Cixde
Zuswa Aqolm
seme bobble 
seme bauble



There it is.
You got it.
There it is.
You got it.
Thanks a lot.
You got it.
There it is.






Some first 13 more
Light. More light is
More like it. More 
Ale. The moral of 
The tale. First 13
Low dimmer fish.



Now you're talking.
Not you. You're
Reading. Now you're



We go back a ways.
I'd say.
Ha.
Yep.
Gives you something
To think about, Huh. 
Yep.
Ha.



Well.
Sorta.
Sorta well.
Yeah.
Sorta.



so
sod sob lob 
lobe lode ode 
odd 
so 



so 
sow owe 
one bone bane 
ban bin 
so 


so 
son sun 
pun bun fun 
fan pan 
so 



so
sot hot 
pot bot rot 
rote rate 
rat gate 
so



Let us begin
For nearly no reason 
With the flat numerology 
Of the day:
02.22.2022. Which adds 
Up to 12, which equals 3.
A single triangle.
The Ancient Egyptians
Built pyramids And 
invented Monotheism.
Three adds up to One.



Don't forget
To bundle
Our adopted Tao.
Ghost-ferry
On the mule.
Don't forget
To bungle
Our adaptable 
Tao. Ghost-
ferret By a 
mile.



Two three 
Tooth flea
Floor hive
Sick severs
Ate none
Tin



The right light
The rite light
The write light



The rite light
Right the write
Light light the



Wind on sand.
Mnemonics.
Remember the quincunx.
Shadows ride, recede,
Speed limit ten
Miles per hour, and hide.
Sand
Inside a mind.



Everything could be
A poem. He said I
Said. As if there was 
Something wrong
With that. As if brake 
Lights in the desert.
Flashlights at an
Angle. Everywhere
The wind is the wind.
Elsewhere is also.



Elsewhere is also a
Poem. Brake lights
Receding slowly. I 
Might be sitting still.



still stilt tilt till 
will fill ill all alt 
malt mall mail 
pail fail fall full 
bull bell ball 
wall tall tell 
hell hull cull 
dull doll bull 
fail stall still



sand hand band bond pond 
send hend bend bend pend



sind hind bind bind pind 
sond hond bond bond pond



sund hund bund bund pund


     February 2022


 
 

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