feed the map

letters wind bleak sword be

came running water writing ma

chine sock feast’s melted hoe

out on the beach half one tex

t half the other’s roof hair

sleight of mind turns the page fr

ame on conveyer belts floo

ding future explicatic blood

spheres of perfection two halves

of human organ ism vacuum

scissors litter ,dead fish st

ench head is heavy spits out

books door cramps future sac

rificial rites plays and poems

maps foetid chance on bed

of mown grass feed into the

machine roots doors weather

fangs worn from heaving in

visibly in the pages of their

own sweat’s ocean word-rinds

passing language time half

dead leaf juxtaposition choice

genuine chant absorbs the d

arkening flight darkening f

light darkening flight pro

vides the result’s embedded

proportion of diagonal suck

tides beneath the sm

all white pebbles shifts

the result milk in a few

minutes

aloft

- window rotting at the far end of creeks -

- William S. Burroughs

Hack of Jim Leftwich, Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 83, 08.11.14; Ivan Argüelles, “orphic cantos”, 95,

2014; and William S. Burroughs, The Ticket That

Exploded, “writing machine”, Oliver Harris edition, 2014.