the egg

decipher pursued the tw

isting hole salt rentata ,gr

ass and win d a c omb ,somb

ra in the gasoline or ticketless

travel ,fangfarms ,smould

ering parking lots ,the fun

eral slophats or Golgotha fun

nel ,quonset ghost over

whelmed with ,the crusted

clock falling from the chim

ney ,digital ball in your

eyes a code jaw teleph

one hammers through a pl

umbing event my shorts and

wasps ,ceiling books ,a

utonomo bone glyph en

graved in the tents the toll

booth filled wiuth diarrhea

action tholo buttib hair

dark wall’s end of rotor

time miasmic suit in the

bottom of a ,well ,banks and

burbats ,ineffable photograph

,a maddened moth in a cave or

scented pool of shoelettuce ,st

reaming slugs go to sleep in t

he basement where the faint

cinema crushed a watery

mirror or fossil opens its

stony valves the sea the

radish the pants bill

owing in the distance ,br

ink

From Jim Leftwich, Six Months Aint

No Sentence, Book 60; Ivan Argüelles,

“the Hymn to Clio”, “from the Hymn to

Persephone”; and John M. Bennett,

from nothing.