Wednesday, April 20, 2016

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

it made a lofg logt
machine brimming
making it nmrr rr m
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

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
furutistic furfal sotsalgia...