the snot

ester ,grief ,toilet water ,y

r foot ingredient ssttone

laid in the distant shoe

,,,,,waves ,,,gnatty air ,,st

rings swelling in the rain t

he laundered sun a lid

,bent ,glowing low in the sky

...just clothe the door...█...

the tide

ay fondled the lunch sack

lint raised my sticky fin

gers to the wind curled o

ver the dumpster ver la

pelusa ocular los pedazos

de pared pintada con

plumas incontinentes el

agua que cae en la bolsa

de papel ,grasienta ,lam

ida ,twisted to the sh

ape of a turd   {

la bruma

sOmbra

del frac

tal

pen

dejo

the lime

j

e

e

pers

yr leg a spilling ham

sis

t

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;  ; ;

l’aveugle

mes poches crevées nos

talgia’s sense of cos

metics et verse dans son

ombre the sandy pockets

un tas fumant lost in the

greater wheel dégorgez

dans les selves the Other

Bedrock les palais morts

together in this dream les

niches de planches des birds

the teacher of Teotihuacan hap

pened all at once pantins ,vent

iloques my poem blafard

bathing in the dead bride who

fait caca in memory of des

anges sand bruit flying

saucers failed syllables

puis disparaît within the

map l’eau meuble sans

fond the mortal traffic                

les couches prêtes

the paper nonsense returns

all murs all things chierons

dans la gorge cravatée

“...a whole plateful of this muck.”

- William S. Burroughs

Made with slivers from Ivan Argüelles’

“the twins”, 2014, and poems by

Arthur Rimbaud

the perfect

intense brownian entities all

gone shaking streaming gods

drink at the stairway al

tered space and dropping

money beyond dimensions

of the note on the brimming

spot’s hot breath ,a six-foot

snarling rabbit hanged in

another galaxy’s mephitic

cameras and the girlfriend’s

strange white face armed

with an unplanned hologram

on the black ice’s eternal

BULLSHIT tricks in the

miasma imploding poison flow

ers heading straight for the

map a clock in a block of glass

dissolving ,uttering ,downhill

to the identities and the dark

lake ,circular ruin ,type

writer attached to your throat

:Tenochtitlan full of ashes a

dog’s pink head fish

baked and swimming in a

metal-lined cubicle

“...todo ano-nadado, o sea, con el

culo en el agua...”

- Leonardo Padura

A swarm of chunks from Ivan Argüelles’

“the map of the universe”, 2014 &

William S. Burroughs’ My Education: A

Book of Dreams, NY: Viking, 1995 

la lima

el trueno la tumba el

conejo la nariz el peso

la mano el b’aksetb’ol

la mesa del rincón la

lupa la camisa la es

calera el chile la tor

tuga muerta el sueño la

mentirosa que sonríe el

camino la puerta con

su perro el túnel la

luz invisible en el

sótano inundada

el agua

question mark como

lengua como viento como

cola de perro o ser piente

es como morral o delantal

de piel un punto in terroga

tivo es y la pluma de mis

límites fronterizos está en

mi es en mi encia como

encía y pre gunta si

deral del lodazal es la

marca de la cuestión in

cidencial es como éso como

la respuesta cloacal de lo

ultimado de lo útil e invivisible

the ribbon

the bookless book the b

lurscreen was or words was

nothing was the airless air s

lumped on ladder’s stink

less farting was the lungless

rot mounted on a slab was

s lowing d own at speed

of light it’s a flailing leg a

knot of vaseline your b

oiling leg a folding b

lindly in the corner of the

laundry room  )))was re

twisted like a faucet

kinder silence ,open knife

the wave

...yr foggy leg”  wha

t astes the slot’s m

ist loss’ suit lunch d

rib b  l   e  what the

sweaty fork re f lected w

as the F enhancement ,dou

ghy clouds dragging down

the window  ┌─┐dead ,,,f,,,

,l,i,e,s,,, on sill┌─┐  ))yr fiss

ured negck(((  the corn

born the laundered shoe’s

chewed bread  ]balOney

sandwich frOm the dumpster[

so the sky Forgetting ,wob

bles in yr exhalation

wind ,or closing the eyes

in xipe

chew chew the for

tify your half wr

wriggly leans a

gainst yr sti

fffer halff a lo

x suit ,locked ,w

hen Bisturí las co

costillas addresses ,el

snore filoso ,pez

espejo pulsing on yr

p late ,reloj que

es ,and shield with

spiders  .cómete el

tecolote por el lado

airado el lado sin

sentido ,del ojo n

onocturno que sueña

en la carne ,ba

barbacoa del día

the stir

cRea

m

of tense

]or tent[

otra vez el cogote

cAfé

laGo

ranA

el brazo ,pues ,se vuela