Sunday, August 31, 2014


être

plan ear ent ificar
nor ant apt the wheel
entail the snore last
imado es timado
todo sirve para to
do me of sw eat sl
eep crackers start
to talk mmy ppis
tal es pistol fails
...in the street with
burger wrappers
  

My wrist is leaking.
- Edwin Birch


  


masticar

slabs the long pork
your screaming park
last hot meat a
phone greens lou
d gravel walk
the spiral mile
your dog fork
recomiste reco
miste                 )wet leg

correr del sud


  


eh ecatlan

es una negrura blanca tu
palabra sin sinsonte your
suitless lung es una band
era sin traje f lag spin e
che wing soup es un
libro exento de espinazo
breathless breeze across a
burning chair sin llamas es
un reloj sin cara con una
mano doble it’s the
wind in yaxTché the
wind your ear revolves
the T ik’ T ik’ T ik’
una blancura negra bar
king when yr face
falls through the book
“looks back through
scattered skull”

  
ingrin nigir ingerin
nigenir inig irrin
- Juan Eduardo Cirlot





la lag

lleg flag lleg flag lleg
flag lleg flag lleg flag
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flag lleg flag lleg flag
lleg flag  ARÁ flag lleg
flag lleg flag lleg flag
lleg flag lleg flag lleg
flag lleg flag lleg flag
lleg flag lleg flag lleg

una

Friday, August 29, 2014


~eztli~

~book smoke book smoke book~
~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~
~book smoke book smoke book~
~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~
~book smoke  PETZLI smoke book~
~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~
~book smoke book smoke book~
~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~
~book smoke book smoke book~

oztotl 

 



tzontecomatl

œye inside my neck a
floater blinks the falling
corn or frame si
new what nothing
seed was breath will rises
from the bowl ah bl
ood-spl ashed h and ins
ide my ey(œ) !  neck y
ou saw was seen was
tassels drooling in the
comalli’s eastern wind a
hhead clclatters on the
eemptty rroad   d

...tetl...

  


tossing on a sea of

copro pulcro útil para fuego
irredento PLUGS THE
EAR yr fart faucet SH
AKING IN THE STORM
//ear against the wall  &\\
yr gristle understanding ah
I ran yr woods plumbing
through fossil rain ,tiempo
habilis picking up a stone
you were picking up A
STONE the blistered Te
mplo de los Nichos con sus
o j o s acuosos humeantes
red shells quivered on the
throat your turd your
TURD you SAID
  

...je meurs, je meurs sur toi...
- Paul Valéry


  


the rat hymn

por un rato muerto
the mail box fog
the gravel shirt jus
t dr ink just s
pill the
floating chair
your hair your steak

  
En bas roule et gronde le fleuve...
- José-María de Heredia



feed the map

letters wind bleak sword be
came running water writing ma
chine sock feast’s melted hoe
out on the beach half one tex
t half the other’s roof hair
sleight of mind turns the page fr
ame on conveyer belts floo
ding future explicatic blood
spheres of perfection two halves
of human organ ism vacuum
scissors litter ,dead fish st
ench head is heavy spits out
books door cramps future sac
rificial rites plays and poems
maps foetid chance on bed
of mown grass feed into the
machine roots doors weather
fangs worn from heaving in
visibly in the pages of their
own sweat’s ocean word-rinds
passing language time half
dead leaf juxtaposition choice
genuine chant absorbs the d
arkening flight darkening f
light darkening flight pro
vides the result’s embedded
proportion of diagonal suck
tides beneath the sm
all white pebbles shifts
the result milk in a few
minutes
aloft

- window rotting at the far end of creeks -
- William S. Burroughs

Hack of Jim Leftwich, Six Months Aint No Sentence,
Book 83, 08.11.14; Ivan Argüelles, “orphic cantos”, 95,
2014; and William S. Burroughs, The Ticket That
Exploded, “writing machine”, Oliver Harris edition, 2014.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


yaxché ,fog

warm door ,your f
alling shoe’s frag
rance wallows in my e
ye your emptied dance
next week returns a
drunk lake green st
one t urning in a Tree
piedra abierta la pie
dra es belta da i
gual descalza te das
vuelta y vaila la
muerta y baila
  

Dorment les pas que j’ai perdus...
- Paul Valéry






itzpetzli

tumba linda where ah
clotted fork twists in
silk will was pen was
pen :shut lunch luc
k and pork re vealed w
as water turning over s
lowly was a centipede ~≈~
smoke rising tongue the
blood spattered page will
so aked for weeks the bb
owl rorotation at your
feet the book b lackened
mirror you saw your mask
you saw your mask its
tt attered llips

  
las cosas se hacen facsímiles
de mis alucinaciones...
- Julio Herrera y Reissig





gafas

la vulgarsation de la bombe
atomique - Jacques Prévert -
the last ebola war just s
have your feet cut your
pockets off lens rolls
into weeds behind the
parkinglot inmensidad de
nubes - José María Heredia -
el peso de su spade thrown
off crumbling steps door
breathing in the evening wind
golden frame crumpled in
the stiffened mud

...nor rain...





the dripping

turd cloud turd cloud turd
cloud turd cloud turd cloud
turd cloud turd cloud turd
cloud turd cloud turd cloud
turd cloud  FLOOR cloud turd
cloud turd cloud turd cloud
turd cloud turd cloud turd
cloud turd cloud turd cloud
turd cloud turd cloud turd

ffork