exeunt

in hahabits the leg your

din unclouded ,rascible lip

shorted ,knotted in a towel

blots yr fog off with

but esencia's crumbled

sidewalk ,doubter shell

against a crumpled shed

chain a foot before the sill

unveiled the door its flies

take count of your pocket's

dirt streams from yr eyes

oh knotted page on the floor

ineffable sock burnt in yr thigh

yr keys stroll on the rainy snore

Son dos puertas abriéndose cerrándose...

- César Vallejo

sticky pants

long piss' hot pain a cru

x it naft er h ovel )sh( an

air's age a kknack of gg

rabbing at the wall yr GL

ASSES THICK WITH VAS

ELINE it's thirsty ssoap

yr flange and yfidica

was bhreakage in yr ton

sil ver me or ondo sin

astillas en el ojocancro

.pasmódico sp ssoy ,in the

bloody sea ,beneath yr

throne ,,,)moon and crum

pled pockets(