jim leftwich, poem, from Six Months Aint No Sentence Book 161

it made a lofg logt
washing
machine brimming
making it nmrr rr m
governm-Hat
nor funkbubbling results
technolo aft taffy
pie in pieces



rhizoom mapping deciduous
duplex working
instru arrangen
tricktrack about doubt org
antipasto non-since
non-silence non-slice
gateway to
the highway of the
thumbs



canonize the coat
to loot the stubble



four-rhoom musical otters



chantling breathboxirn
autotelic deprogramming ether



top fills still stops


soap or socks or soup
or sox our soak



in the resul arrangiri
rode the riddance
Rockies red



it is a vanished country. the
facts of things, but not uncommon 
foaming antlers breadth, drum
snowing Hailu Mergia, futuristic
rural nostalgia. they're used
ingredients, clapping straightforward
overall simple dandelion accordion
fueling the bass line spectrum. at
that beat you'll hear stomps and
meters ruining the polyrhythmic
signatures. 
furutistic furfal sotsalgia...