jim leftwich and bill beamer, sound rituals
sound ritual number six
technicians of interior out
casts hammerwiggle openmindlanguage
martian expulsion
HYperion at doh
doors dot perceptic...
at the window, looking in through his Reflection.
Histo from holyrollover boeuf/;k jerky
Hun gonto Fe/ormium mon lit
dada ona gig onagag ajag gedbredden,
looking in through his Intercon
nec []tion| Shun
at the marrow, tomorrow is only another
victory over the sun.
november 2017
sound ritual number seven
mirrorsuspended Texas bringing
coastlines resemble rivers re
semble blood vessels resemble
neurons resemble tree branches
twisting in the muddy pastry claw of it
resembling in mountains reflections of Texas
reassembling brooding vassals re tracing
neu tron stars, powdermilk
up thru tree branches,
gross wink grinding disguises patched pitched
designs hbidden in plane vewe
hpiqqen hqippen enplained vu
november 2017
sound ritual number eight
stars twitch, rattle from
the futile anemic sky.
switch off the scratch'd
moon in the pooled liver,
sour favor of the botched
tars witch, battle from
inutile asemic thigh.
hitch off the ratchet
spoon mulled river,
flour savor of the notch
arse itch, twaddle not
the ant hill, pansemia nigh
rich off racket from scratch,
tune in the lone survivor,
our saviour's flavor of the catch
sparse niche
wading knots
thanatos pill
pansemic high school
rich golf
pocket form scats
tone in the lune
surf visor
our wavicle's labor
in the batch
november 2017
sound ritual number nine
star stir stair stain
tain tin tine wine
fine fire fare far
tar star
tar star mar car
cane cain laid paid
cur blur fur pure
cure lure liar plier
Sam Patch never
jumped from the
Wasena bridge
into the Roanoke
River
november 2017
sound ritual number ten
ten reduces to one-
burnt orange fall & ten lady
bugs coagulate like so much blood
fat in the high corners of the workroom
mostly red they soon
fall, they drip blood
ten reduced to one
multicavity klystron a typical
hot-cathode thyratron resonant
cavity magnetron Puerto Rico
abandoned without power rain is
a postcard from god the hurricane
unearthed ancestral artifacts of the
extinct Calusa tribe shell indians
shellslady bugs shells as home:
Puerto Rico
if we could be
reduced to one
we would get it
sitting at my desk
staring through
my reflection
at the backyard
beside the alley
it is 8:13 p.m.
and one poem leads to another
november 2017
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