Tuesday, October 21, 2014


the lost sky

skin ha bits siempre
tan sucio the k notty fork
¿qué buscas? estás
para ser cosido dog
face whirling tape
déjame shoe mist ver
tiginous nights ,matar
desnudo como cuchillo
air is leaving ¿tiene
miedo? in a speeding
car shirts shot th
rough walls drilled
rebus en tu nieve
elada fuego and for
niture payments pat
ients de ceniza y p
olvo de empty pants
ser carnal del drunk
driving un retrato te
imagino Bolcan de la
chingada madre a
hat full of mud and
someone else’s skin
where the sky and sea
blow from a duck’s
beak all the talking
all the splen did
scripts not waking
not waking el huesso
es para la huessa y leyen
das de fuck you mas pa
sado como un higo


A Stew with Bits from Ivan Argüelles,
“rochester 23”, 2014; & Francisco de
Francia y Acosta, “Romance XI”, 1624.





hush shhhh

the piano lake half
shot bacon maid
gleaming through the
shut sky unconscious
foyer durational vowels
uhconscious pages route
or anthill click click c
lick along the border
fluidities a region of
clothespins dust and
theater history dur
ational water tumbles
through the magnets
slime hill horses
navigate the floodplain
lots of splinters and
a ruined circle ,pink
invertebrates fixed
against the wind a
scattered word neo-
occupant refridgera
tor flame waste’s the
steps blaze yes yes
scattering yes scat
tering the 50 years of
milk fungus neoplatonic
puffball sleepwalking
at the top of the stairs


Made of Scraps from Jim Leftwich’s
Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 87, 2014; & Ivan Argüelles’ “rochester 24”, 2014.

Saturday, October 18, 2014



MAR

ano uña ano uña ano
uña ano uña ano uña
ano uña ano uña ano
uña ano uña ano uña
ano uña CLAVO uña ano
uña ano uña ano uña
ano uña ano uña ano
uña ano uña ano uña
ano uña ano uña ano

ham mer

 



elbow

es peranza es en
domitis es en trante
lo de lo mesmo da
,lo do r mitante mi
tod un mumuerto el
egantísimo ,sismo ma
noseado de tu quijada
speech doblado en
tu cough jaw temp
le buried in the f
f  lags  .es ponen
cia es tornillo en
de dientes tumec
idos


...cap que ta poupe double...
                                        - Stephane Mallarmé



 



elote de cara

bullt it et dim horloge
ology ah fog ah ffog a a
round my wwrist yr
b linkered tune ,bull
it’s ,breamed the ph
one leaned the c
rowd whine ,empty
neck ,cogote seethed
y regCocijo in the lun
chtime flood  .we
are ing the corn

                                        es mero ,depilado



 



ssuit and ttie

another shut shoe the
future absence nnods nnn
ods at ththe fffffaucet
ay puella parked glass n
no llonger hhaiiiiir sn
snaggged in wrecked car’s
fragrant tongue smell
of young corn rioting in
the the ttomb of Pakal a
loud recision grblfxts
grblfxts the one di
dimensional grave “si en
la lejanía no se oía” (Lezama
Lima)


Littered with Aiyeee etc. from
Ivan Argüelles’ Rochester 21, 2014
 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

John M. Bennett's Squiggles Reddened and Done Up by Baron

John M. Bennett's Squiggles & Baron


unless he says

really faster cl
awed the ssuit
re mention of th
ddripppingg ,w
ere yr s peed
s hoe f ills
the ground

borbotear
 


was exactive

my spoken head a
clustered face the sp
lintered frame moth
smeared on glass my
eye gas swswirls pp
penciled in the cage
em bolismo de  .lo b
barroco es ,mi sombra
emética a cuestas
 

steps outside and

suckt sh ort
icle yr kknot
lleft em my
my turnedt h
ead the 3
fog negcks b
ush were m
ules ,bush an
                                        b                   blood

 

just dropped a coin

I was never not k
nocked ne ver me el
culo coiled retraction
sore nor kknew ,the
ept ,nor apt pa
laver all across
the zócalo pleni
lunar del sol ,
aft or fat ,
                                        the dark