flux cause toute chose

dans le silence de pseudo-silence

collage and entrance image ex

orbit drifting all from light ha

m mers cluster around the

mouth dans un dernier mur

mure cut through the s

lick leaf c loud floaters sn ore a

bove your drill pipe your eye fog

swirls and scrawls son ombre

une nuit de paper concrete in

terruption in the rushing shadows

where the binding burns a

stream acré canal des miasmes

d’oxygène opposing anti-

social anatula eats the mass

of hair rattling neoliberalism

- bloated corpses’ slow dis

integration before the beach -

silence vide nue ici vide si

lence arises in the liquid

work’s eruption of the ladder

clouds of heads potatoes bo

bbing toward the ships

turn in drowning sun u

ne heure avant the flail

ing de toutes ses dents

la voix qui dit vis seas

hushed far from out the

fever edited flies budget

envelope in language of

asterisks and parentheses

an itching in the ears *)***(*

*)**(*(*** ne sais comment

les vieux arrêtes writing un

derwater archaeological dis

integration pas à pas nulle

part nulle part ni trêve à

rien the stroll collapses the

gravel glitters in the sun

the same stone becomes

its own distance

John M. Bennett channels four voices: Samuel

Beckett, “Mirlitonnades”, ca. 1977;  Jim Leftwich,

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 97, 2014;

Ivan Argüelles, “ilion, omikron”, 2014;

& John M. Bennett, Dec. 31, 2014.