john m. bennett & jim leftwich
MINE
Bent emptier mulch and fork twine copper suit, which wheat we went to speak no less for dining, as though to say they lift and spool, blanch thinner spent lunch lurch, wrench in their machine. Blend ample forms much sandy wine which upper units meant, where wear spent bleak spindle lesions fork as whine, as if to say cruel rift to launch the spanner, which church rent inner machine. Which church bent empty machine, mulch rift to launch wine copper suite, lunch sparks nor lessons from the mine.
01.08.07
THE NOWN
Slip splotch wherein the clock combs tine or twists the spoon and pools to sleepy song, split stipple crosshatched stitch, spilt the slick, blotch scorch our chords along ago, tint ears to tweak the known. Markers abet askew, the new fluke flakes their spray, our spew, renew the layered rift in grasp and ask. This was never much ado, abut our task under the sung, nothing anew, tongue wonder continue, few and flew.
01.08.07
FLOCK
Waits feast sprung shriek screeching faster lack, further the fur fried liars ice and back, bits littered abide the book. Ask knot therein a dream of beak upon the tongue, her inner beach our hurried luck, eyes yard flit and stacks the dice, at nook inside frontier. They halve lest boast to bloat the crooked pith, along these lower roads to the angels outer house, such as we pluck or leech among the ash and wing. Speak no bait upon the stream therein. Creased hinge awaits the blur. Sidle ounce and flock upon the mice.
01.08.07 - Jim Leftwich
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INE
Ent empt mul a for wine cop it ,itch eat we peak o le nin ,ough ay hey if a pool ,bla hin pent unch urch ,ench heir chine .End ampo for uch and in ich pper nits ant ,ere ear spe leak pin sions ork as hine ,af ay cru rif aunch he panner ,ich urch ent ner chine .Ich hurc ben mpt hine ,ulch rif aunch ine opper suit ,unch park or sons rom he ne
HE OWN
Lip lotch ein e lock ombs ine o wists e poon nd ools o leepy ong ,plit ipple ossatch tit ,pilt e lick ,lotch corch ur hords alon go ,int ars o weak e nown .Arker bet aske ,e ew luke lakes eir ray ,ur pew ,rene e ayer ift rasp nd sk .His as ever uch do ,but ur ask der e ung ,othin ew ,ongue onder tinue ,ew nd lew
John M. Bennett - scraped out of Jim Leftwich
LOCK
Aits east prunt riek reeching aster ack ,urt he fu ried ars ce an ack ,its ittered bide he ook .As kkno ein a ream o eak pon he ongu ,er ner each ou urri uck ,yes ard lit nd acks he ic ,a ook insi ont .Hey alve est oast o loat rooke ith ,ong hese ower oad o he gels ter ouse ,uch a uck o eech mong he as an ing .Peak o ait pon he tream erein .Rease inge aits he lur .Idle ou an ock pon he ice
John M. Bennett - picking out Leftwich from under my fingernails
Bent emptier mulch and fork twine copper suit, which wheat we went to speak no less for dining, as though to say they lift and spool, blanch thinner spent lunch lurch, wrench in their machine. Blend ample forms much sandy wine which upper units meant, where wear spent bleak spindle lesions fork as whine, as if to say cruel rift to launch the spanner, which church rent inner machine. Which church bent empty machine, mulch rift to launch wine copper suite, lunch sparks nor lessons from the mine.
01.08.07
THE NOWN
Slip splotch wherein the clock combs tine or twists the spoon and pools to sleepy song, split stipple crosshatched stitch, spilt the slick, blotch scorch our chords along ago, tint ears to tweak the known. Markers abet askew, the new fluke flakes their spray, our spew, renew the layered rift in grasp and ask. This was never much ado, abut our task under the sung, nothing anew, tongue wonder continue, few and flew.
01.08.07
FLOCK
Waits feast sprung shriek screeching faster lack, further the fur fried liars ice and back, bits littered abide the book. Ask knot therein a dream of beak upon the tongue, her inner beach our hurried luck, eyes yard flit and stacks the dice, at nook inside frontier. They halve lest boast to bloat the crooked pith, along these lower roads to the angels outer house, such as we pluck or leech among the ash and wing. Speak no bait upon the stream therein. Creased hinge awaits the blur. Sidle ounce and flock upon the mice.
01.08.07 - Jim Leftwich
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INE
Ent empt mul a for wine cop it ,itch eat we peak o le nin ,ough ay hey if a pool ,bla hin pent unch urch ,ench heir chine .End ampo for uch and in ich pper nits ant ,ere ear spe leak pin sions ork as hine ,af ay cru rif aunch he panner ,ich urch ent ner chine .Ich hurc ben mpt hine ,ulch rif aunch ine opper suit ,unch park or sons rom he ne
HE OWN
Lip lotch ein e lock ombs ine o wists e poon nd ools o leepy ong ,plit ipple ossatch tit ,pilt e lick ,lotch corch ur hords alon go ,int ars o weak e nown .Arker bet aske ,e ew luke lakes eir ray ,ur pew ,rene e ayer ift rasp nd sk .His as ever uch do ,but ur ask der e ung ,othin ew ,ongue onder tinue ,ew nd lew
John M. Bennett - scraped out of Jim Leftwich
LOCK
Aits east prunt riek reeching aster ack ,urt he fu ried ars ce an ack ,its ittered bide he ook .As kkno ein a ream o eak pon he ongu ,er ner each ou urri uck ,yes ard lit nd acks he ic ,a ook insi ont .Hey alve est oast o loat rooke ith ,ong hese ower oad o he gels ter ouse ,uch a uck o eech mong he as an ing .Peak o ait pon he tream erein .Rease inge aits he lur .Idle ou an ock pon he ice
John M. Bennett - picking out Leftwich from under my fingernails
posted by jim leftwich at 1:42 PM
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