Wednesday, May 15, 2013
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ringing faze the f
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oe dometer of ,me e
yelid - azimuth er
,shaved window ,s
tool Π grazing in the
field
where yr wallet crystals
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out the pond my
lag intentif :wo
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lobber pus neg
ate s uch st
ringing omnopostive
where yr )g glob
wheel ,))la milpa
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ep iderm is chemic s
horn face’s skull sh
ine thru at yr ))sw
all owed head(( t
urns in a cloud
of ::g:n:a:t:s::: ))tor
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al h~a~i~r~ ~ ~ d
rifting to the floor
.]the end emic corn min
d you ,look inside yr
eye a shoe squirms
there ,a[ greenish s
tone
≈luvia
!
efflugmántico ,mita ,m
is man “datos” de es
puma son ,deo crushing
.jest coff er up an ,dis
solve the towel .les
jeux son fake ,“jours”
de ,masmédula y mur
allas con pájaros pin
tados П con snakes
with windgs .)yr boi
ling tooth( .stro
king the pala all d
ay mis pozos de la
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Sunday, May 12, 2013
s.lva
yr shit flaucet ,one
loot scrawled ,the
drip-tegxt umento
f raying in yr che
wed-off shoulder )wh
ere the ANTS c( old
asleep beside the
stdream a dump e
.dog rice nor ,leaf
howlers in the dizt
ant dargk trees
...gnats’’’and,fing,e,rs.....
mbres
- avec plusiers mots de Samuel Beckett
root blade sky musique de
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
inmanent
the mailed stunner of yr
gr asp the clotty ape
cocktailer in nur fogus
shapes uh ,tent on fire
,lugar a menos ,port
tátil ,informática s
inking in the diverticulitis
soup yr ))scalded sh
oulder((( an the doppler
scream .yr age re
acts an .twisty one ,c
hoking onna stamp
...carte, et boue...
- Petrus Borel
s’ti
my door’s seer cream it’s
,chum wind’s an yr sticky
ear it’s ,f lame it’s ,dr
inks yr ash soda ,tape’s
peeling off yr face ,it’s
,cloud’s source ,timer it’s
,chunk’s long futilized
,it’s a ,done peel ,me
at s lumps be neath the
table it’s ,phones the
,clown it’s ,it’s H-ing ch
air h ∞ h ∞ h ∞ h ∞ h ∞ h ∞ h ∞
it’s spoon it’s lung
Thursday, May 9, 2013
mespaejor
,,,,,el lugar ameno ,de
mi caca flaca tus
)cojines plurilácteos(
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 ,,,,,
Te remato, mano.
- Mariano Azuela
airmirairrorair
ay soap my lung hung d
ate shrink ,tasty ch
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
owned (((((((((((((((((((((((( ((((
...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






