billy bob beamer & jim leftwich - six poems

sound ritual number 60

plate the tall fish like a mix of minutes

with juniper berries liquefy

the fire.

eyeballs cog on a farm, earthquake

just hap

serie

on a stool

the safest p.

collap were zone thought simultar

uranus map on the counter eye

pullies

harse serie har pull

speries feetdown to clog in a firm

shaking junitarfish stake handle

then thin spool aquake a mi nute flic

quakes the dollfish a pixie mutes

snakefilm Jupiter

clots hearse Harpies lull

​november 2017​

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​sound ritual number 61

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while and chose, it

conceives a dystopian contemporary,

plentiful furniture for everyone.

simulacrum, even

in the shoe, the shoe, the shoe,

west of exterior, had been given.

sutra   close & while inthere chew

thesimu la crumshoe, stuckgum

wad in dust     shoe  ,dis toppee

fountain fontanel montane

dog shoe sutra and blind side picks

glum topping inherent crew

lighter on  the in when and pick, interrior

dyspepsic furniture sit uati ons   later

think up plan et one all seated,

in a fein faint shoe eruption, it

​surrounds the sun with lake codex

houses unearthed tomorrow​ and

dissolved to travel our blurring

sensibilities,

november 2017​

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sound ritual number 62

sun, ticks  details      to   the         groundust

plenum standards flee, starshit the distance

clover closures marilyn passes sun's  fever

dance wicker balsam funeral rites shamaniac

platter, caribou drilling in the dangerous

congress. coal voices hosting gerrymandered

aluminum, banana peels and boat-trip

pathogens. archaeological misdemeanors

amid the scrap verges ajar playful none

shanks from odd nerdstrum a hialclas

sicattack, bargesthat run ashore, apple sauce

that warms, concrete that splinters,  amnesiac

generation , found some air, tick s tick s tick.

november 2017

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sound ritual number 63

how can we circulate the teeth-knolls

obtuse research exhumed

at the border of merz and sapphire?

how can Expositor   debunk          the hub garnishments

flowers the wilt of gravy   wriggly research'd eyes

omens’ sons corn            house salamander under shoes?

narrow passages loosely sliver the thumb cheese

bordering bau & coal. dust   

roots proxy compounding

​predators

roofing nails by the bucket

Baul poets on a Dylan cover

"history has a stutter / it says w w w w watch out!"

november 2017

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sound ritual #64

teeth my lipnet, garage lipcaulk spinner

shining nail in my heel, the dabbloc brings

flooded forets no nests to run inno needfor fall

teether comes1st teaser troutbilly, my LiPo

LiFo, calibrated neck the liquefiedom

collects. rigin of Bab test. therust

tooth shipping bloodied breething life boat

collates derelict myth failing comets combs

celebrated rigidity of leap year in gnostic

love fests greasing the wreck fabulous

slipwalkers diabolic innocence and ruin,

trouble in the liquid kingdom (in petrodollars

they no longer trust) rust (crustacean

spanner sings feed for the ball)

november 2017

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sound ritual #65

voice of arrangers arranged

elusive lamp marimba

diagonal witchdoctor rhythm

roots are routes, gutbucket

piss & oil, evading light cong

as we doubletongue and fluttr

tongue arrangers of pierced voices,

snake charters hiss and coil,

pervade the night and congre

gate, rubble sponge and mutter

upon derangement, piers and

jettys invoiced kublah kahn &

john cage, you had yr chance

the mouthpiece is a 7C & the

bore of the   bone is medium large

(coriander, C-clamp, colander)

november 2017

Jim Meirose - Ending the Nine Month Long Important as Hell Corporate Conference Call

What? sniped the earpiece, rash rough crushing thrusting at Jamed’s ear, saying, What?
No? Why now what do you mean no hey what wait a minute Jeff cut the line yeah Jeff like I said
cut the audio! Right! So Jeff obeyed generating shuffling plastic on metal clashing while
electronically slowing down, pausing silently, stopping, so, yes; go; cut, thus boiling up silence
hard sharp and brittle, which packed hard filling Jamed’s ear canal, just like it had more than ten
times earlier in the God-damned conference call, with a kind of switch-click then a deeper
hollow nothing that all screamed all crazy, the show’s shut off the plug is pulled there will be no
more go on and hang up sounds like it might be like it might be it all the way, eh, yes—at the
emergence of this hollow nothing meaning everything gone empty noise, Jamed gave up and
pulled the phone from his burning with pain ear, the lobe of which was beet-red from having
tight pressure applied day after day of this months-long round table dissertation, which might be
over now yes or no but it seems the answer is yes because the pulled-down earpiece hissed with
sudden sound easily heard that said in every decibel of its elemental incoherence, OK listen now
we’re close to the end thank God we’re close to coming so wake up; this pistoned out hard from

the hot sweaty earpiece, and plunged further on grinding crushing harder yet against Jamed’s raw
red earlobe, pumping in more pain, that grew intense as that experienced when both ears are
being slowly slashed off by unwashed men using old kitchen knives for some silly but very evil
reason, only bearable in that this version though just as intense, is only momentary and words
once more flowed in against Jamed’s tissue thin pink eardrum, smoothly anesthetizing the
wounds where the ears feel like they’ve been forcibly removed, and calming him all the way in
through all past the drum and on across the hammer anvil and stirrup and on down spiraling into
the centrifugal cochlea, down and down straining for the finish line crowd all cheering, being,
gone, all hung up, and slammed down, but the phone can’t break no, it’s plastic. And, thank God,
thank God, thank God, now he can run and go pee.
What time is it anyway?

Glenn Bach - Five Poems

corollas blossom as hops

a cup with a flaring mouth     a hollow sphere

     to sound when moved

                                coral of a flower

the capital of a column

              between the abacus and neck

        the naked core of cylindrical shapes

                 within the leafage     time     or the time

of deer in rutting time     alone and insulated

     when of great size     a line of wall

as flanker     as curtain

     overtop (a borrowing)     the leading

sheep of a flock     ringing

                                    changes struck or rung slowly

the old belief that noise frightens hawks

sound with single strokes

     bank the hearths and prepare

for sleep (free to move)

conflagration from untended fires

a tacit conviction of the learned

the desert and the town     apparatus

                  for musical notes signaling ships

(implied in touching)    ocean edge

                                                against land’s end

2

     —a hard sell and a whim,

rapid tide to turn an auger.

Vex to pester form by means

(befool). Gun barrel (a passage)

by laborious effort through

a crowd.

Circular holes by the rotary motion

for water or oil. To sink a well,

a tree of insects. As it turns,

this timber.

Drilling a succession of blows,

several species known by shell.

Sandy stratum to sow as seeds

dribbling along a furrow or row,

a trickling allure. To slip

or waste.

Seed sometimes so formed that seeds

drop into the hole made deeper

or channel to funnel water

to a row of seed sown in a furrow.

3

Know that autumn

is a good time

of darkness,

downtown laurel.

Time to deadhead,

what bodes well

unseen in heavy

cover, of foliage

purple with black

bloom on old wood.

Dixieland's rust,

gundog thugs fear

over rise of first,

a rush of wind blows

open, some sand

or fighting cloth.

Rocks may stretch,

of kings how high

in moon.

Twist a simple idea,

unique array of light,

of lashes.

4

When the material of the foundation is secured as an image in our minds.

When the floors are sealed before the coming of fire season.

When the arrangement of rooms is anticipated for those with an interest in boundaries.

When the size of the windows is spoken in knowing tones to those citizens of the morning.

When the modules of spring settle in place.

When the diagnosis of elements installed.

When the stability of structures appears to be complete.

When the paper chase of framing still bitter about that month. 

5

hammer nor a sledge

dust instantly

        ends of wood

                     with beeswax

 heavy soled boots

                         gyprock

                                            of blowforce

xxxxx__

            xxx~xx__ (see sheetrock)

                      wide blade

                                 stiff bristle

             mason (twine)

                       of the black diamond

                                                            a distance

accurate

          in increments

is this true?

                    how are they used today?

     —blade marked

to scale, studs

          on center marked in red,

marked in black trusses

     or floor joists

that last bit of accuracy

          in the readings.

Remember the width

                                 when that spot

     is far away

                   one thumb     with serious

                oomph

                        crease sooner       narrow

                                       twisting

     —in dust or

when working alone,

hot in the sunshine,

lighter still for someone

               with small hands

                            due to the curvature

                                   and just

what thin circumferences

of mystery?

AG Davis - COPPER

Cleansing Vegel's mercery has been followed,

Answering the henchmen with the monty-horse,

Rebellion comes of empty screen

Irrrespective of this fragile point of view,

The width of water running in cybernetic smoke

Bustles a narrow and notorious kallikak,

A brutal deck decorated with swollen heads

Or, sewing with sullen otters' eyes

Inbetween the tired Atlantic's thighs

Replete,

My 5 milky on fractal suspence,

Defrocks rote syringes,

The celebration of a terrible birthday!

Greetings withstand,

Saved urine

In ceilinged hells

Inborn.

I really musn't go,

But why?