cloud wind

cloud wind

particular layering of mortal

cross the abstorica blackest

words in the sentence center’s

smoking typewriter enigma

,backwards transformed again

ancient beginning in the zip

zoot suit ,required enamel my

sterious pyramid dressing

the archaic bog  )speed of

sweaty light(  lurking

plastic convulsions in a

single syllable blink shots

,the old library dimmer mirror

,socks ,floating flares in the

glass rooms stare at

“everything” ,eyes brooms

naked spaces in the

meat flushed tomb

stone’s anti-market base

ment update leading no

where ,spiral fetish in

sight motion’s sock ecosystem

your smutty clouds raving

sex secret convul sions

hermetic window reversible

analogies homemade loaf

coiled in the hour’s hungry

reductive games ,a

silent automobile matching

face stories sp lit a

wareness for the shadows’

aspirin closed groups glossy

tongues the next corner o

ver :complicit experiential

moaning in the lake’s pers

onal mud a page or

exotic labor ,identities

diving off the needle’s

class liberation labobroken

skirt dot dot dot for a

few...  “episode is epis

ode” rose door vastness

What I mumbled through Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 49, 2013;

& Ivan Argüelles’ “farther up the road”,

“LSD”, and “SHAKTI”, 2013