Eric Curkendall

Homolodic Funk

in with five to eight inches

with each bar

more lopsided

cans

the simultaneous 28 moods

jammed

the bones of it

James Blood's.

The insane shades

the bunk mack

pinatesques

jumble air

undreams a run

just to finish,

leaving a door

to the poured lair

of the alembic.

Up flicked

its kite weeds

nubs of the loop

stand out flat,

scrambles in

blue magmas

towards the gravity

towels

his tongue off

with that ear,

Blood penning the blooms blind

of an unshining eye

albedo tangle

chewed streamer o' light

the fuzz bellowing

circulars through

simultaneous mitts

blare in all their googles

lost pieces

of the flatted stream.