the lister

lost egg books histor re

mains alive the leg repeat

leg sot plows the shut black

earth’s preted books half

inchworm half blindtime uil

ding the foamy gate’s hour

stillness grammar push the

husk the naranja agria de tu

laundry running sleep acurve

the moment heaves eyes stor

the shackled string word kn

otted in yr throat

soaring skies the long head

ooom anth plosive

With splinters from Ivan Argüelles,

Olchar E. Lindsann, Peter Sherburn-Zimmer,

& Jim Leftwich, all in the chain of

Argüelles’ “argonauts”

the disc

glass freeze why gelid n

eck punct . uation’s vomitus

zero nods and hiding in the

buick motels where your

sot writer thunderer ass

ents to’s third mind topknot

ay a light blink blinks

out or context kills the

little bitches foggy in their

fragrant politics ,stool ,st

roke ,ghastly mail-art t

ension shod with pamphlets

and the long blank ocean

grunting in your face ah

in the boiling soup knives

sleepers squid combs socks

filing the religion offal or

mercury swelling in your

breath or plunged narr

ative itself ,smooth prong

hanging in the shredded

shorts your feg is shit

your rects shit tide shits

experime the clattering av

atar the code giggling in

her thighs can of syntax

boots stuffed with masks

the random camera swirls

over the mud-streaked snow

your tricks and aneurysms

With shreds from Ivan Argüelles’ “from

the hymn to Hera” &  Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 66,

2014