Thursday, November 12, 2009

eee


lock house
phase tool
rutter came

aw should





the cave


bando
lint drool

fauces





knot


rollo
real “was”
ahhhh

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ester


bang tune
sunny sky
ept core

the lung gnat





soon


lipt grance
)))(((

chew the fog





it


drubbing
knot
plaid

the crease the
cen ter





Flotsam

plunged right in ,the greasy wave the
lumber starts to sink aún sapote
.meat and corn it’s quiver time your
throat of cancellations throttled nap
.cough outside the suit of muddy so
cks ,play a storm ,finger in your
ear a tuner wrist the fleas the
cave the slumbered farts and th
ink o fold the smouldered shore
,insulation scattered on the beach




Drink Soap

bubbled cup what’s sinks what’s
lala lengua dissolving numbers on
that crumpled page your footmeat
,spattered shadow ,laundry coldcuts
,pierce your tongue and bleed the
coughing out the faucet’s soup you
poured into yr pants what I put
on .and teetered near the edge
,where the steps should be




Payoff

pellet ,crystal ,spoon ,cenote
,cloud... uh table rinsed all
the sand fills my shoe .the
eraser comb ,clattering fans
shake the floor my sleep re
peals my thorny pants my
buzzing mist like light thru
sting in my ear’s night air
)stones rolling in a cave( pass
the water in your hand .down
right pretty is my wallet ,muddy
,stuffed with rotting thumbs

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Bend

what you abled in the cave a floating
head or several inches cross the lintel p
ass the ash .type of inding it’s ,sore an
looping in the trees my hanging leg .st
eaming in the pyre cloaking what my
lumps congeal the osculation what
I sever said )or blinkt( torn shoot
twitching in the mud




Lungch

dirt loop ,mist craw ,smelt snore I
troubled in your afterwave a cluster
sank a shirt pools and lists a drawled
towel in the bathroom’s runnels ,pawing
at the door .I cloud and nick ,taste
a key clanging in my throat that
crowd buzzard neck of fists and
entrails or was that neck of nuts I
slid my specs off all those eyes be
low my eyes and saw my shirt
floating in the soup


For Blaster Al Ackerman





crust

the flame sheet the
eh eh

spill the dog





uh

dibble
soon
found
fog





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saw


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sh eeen

the dots
cramp





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ombo

ra sueño

seen




fumble room

dut dost
dot dust
tame one







shorter

gotta c’ave
bank sled
yr him

Monday, November 9, 2009

ile

fold
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bees

tube





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slake
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jumber





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alp

the sole
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lash


show slow slaw
said
such

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sp


dunk dog/s
odd en

the phlaming phlags





wafe it

so sot so
came cave so
it’s
so
‘til




Show It

duck lap nor ,butte singer ,steam sunker
shape lifter that ,you crawl ,lunk sat
,so I gamed and ,deeper shoe ,the fog
neck ,crazy gash ,nor spent an spend
,the washcloth mist ,mime the gate .dye
an dope ,fondle sleep .where the lumpy
name of “stew” crashed ,a lake or empty
)eat the nutrient dust and mime your gaze




Clow

force of ,leg of ,blend tank ,lea
ker state ,the ,crash neck file
,planks and ,block spurt ,nev
er walked ,or ,pull it ,down ,and
coff in ,shade farce ,egg ,end
the thank ,speaker ,bomber ,soon
er got salad ,the ,again ,face
,glue ,stun ,caw ,caw ,caw




Reflejo

unter soak ,bagger grime why ,fen
der bright with blood and walking
off the long cloud whistles .eat the
leaf and crawl ,my blunder butt an
lagging whine my knife spent .each
mud coilet each tensive loot c
rust fizzled I ,basta pues .oh
soaking me oh dropping you oh mirror
glaring in the night

Sunday, November 8, 2009