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asleep beside the

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...gnats’’’and,fing,e,rs.....

mbres

   - avec plusiers mots de Samuel Beckett

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l’indifférence my sticks in

hand ventre à terre I squ

all an sleep bouche suçant

à vide the bed wr inkles

,cornered ants ,clouds sur

ma tombe d’air

...cara de fango...

- José Eustacio Rivera

  

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the mailed stunner of yr

gr asp the clotty ape

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shapes uh ,tent on fire

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tátil ,informática s

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soup yr  ))scalded sh

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...carte, et boue...

- Petrus Borel

s’ti

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peeling off yr face ,it’s

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table it’s ,phones the

,clown it’s ,it’s H-ing ch

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it’s spoon it’s lung

mespaejor

,,,,,el lugar ameno ,de

mi caca flaca tus

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se caen al río a

mar go tea    ,,,,,com

o mis calce tines c

omo el tenedor de la or

eja un  )árbol congelado(

entre los mundos mudo con

gestionado congojado

tu congrio ciego que

te espera en la

leche al fondo del

mar         ,,,,,

                                r  e  m  o  t  o

 Te remato, mano.

- Mariano Azuela

 

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in leavings squirming in my

eye cloud’s a dripping

knot the lunging words foc

ussed on yr knee my

HULKING sandwich f

og a LURK behind the sp

reading door ]coughed

into the mildewed suit

case[ never shut but

shut for years

  

EL PULMÓN ABIERTO

- Vicente Huidobro

  

The Cleaner Mirror

dry the mute soap dri

zzle neck sentence

fingered next the lake

where yr shirt lamp s

tain spells a the  .the na

me’s storm the cle

aner drawl half ti

ghtens up my ,“fatal”

“c lock” ’s gar gling in

your laundry )))))where

the washcloth’s dr

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...spat the lint back up...

-John M. Bennett

univespejoerso

Boom the Core be

nt dog ‘n mine sky s

tent f lavor wh

eeling to ward the

mar gins  .where yr

ass foc us s hines w

here yr Woof Door

slams ‘n pops s

lams ‘n p ops a

heel yr “rapbid ex

it”  .)))al meollo s

ticky ‘n s tinky

  

...en el corazón...un tenedor...

- José-María de Heredia