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Jim Leftwich


Post-American Haiku


"American Haikus (short three-line poems intended to be
completely packed with Void of Whole)" — Jack Kerouac



minutes above cars
all those years
dirty as a dentist


to occupy the lump-graph
maybe the eye knows
wake up to babbling sand


while the commercial
hisses cats
now and then a blizzard


ah the record player
nineteen seventy-eight
end of a world


at my desk
except students
foist or fist


Confucius was
a constructed art
why and who


recognition
is where
you're at


where heaven answers
so be it
going on, on your own


then would the fish
rinse in mind
how it was and open


electricity
so I unplug the little tiger
slowly, always slowly


looking up at the wind
I wrote the apron
two of them


talking again
at dusk
none of which has ever happened


blossoms at dusk
doing similar things for different reasons
a morning glory and a goat


rather than knocks
hearing the river
no rhythm in a boat


we could count
that storm of socks
on one hand


the open itself
next time round
will be coordinated


dusk suddenly
but not this vivid
twanging together


causes two things
like that
but I forget who


what
combined with supper
through the gate


they were knots
for a while
then students again


heard style as fire
you are sure
it will snow now


what I am making
is there
for anyone to notice


following the other order
they harness
a constructed silence


weaving them on a tray
as if to sift
so, it is an orange


when the lights go out
the steel rose
ladles a train


interferes
first got
into the eye


logical hearing
doing the work
of course the thought is open


dizzy the thousand
but they were
seeing something


I walked up
and sat down
which lately is familiar


interesting
in other
words


as soon as the sky
remembering the rhythm
of the burning song


who says
syntax and billboards
makes jottings


weaving a fish
are not suspended
sentences


no ideas
but in bare attention
to fragments of things


no things
but in bare attention
to fragments of writing


not every poem
however orderly lampposts
pirouettes


see them lit up
behind the rhythmic chords
clapping


amid the sea
stumbled upon
this statement


not enough of a sea
to see
not enough time


enough time
as I said
the writing there


time enough
to vacuum the origin
there is nobody


the line
with you
most vivid arrangement


never change
as they say
the salad of the sea


so much more of now
now
that it's in sequence


blotting mind
was not enough
to follow the next syllable


reduced
to
enough


where there is no
path dash
there will be no bubble


nor foaming the path
of the sentence
of least resistance


there is not
as I said
there will be


practiced composition
until
it was unfamiliar


writing the sea
and
encountering the seam


becomes the center
gets in the head
like training


extract from syntax
the experienced
given


succinctly
excessive


shredding
the
given


counting the
cars
—exciting


to walk
half to letter
to think


running
as if you were
going



10.16.2017



 
 
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