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lock house
phase tool
rutter came

aw should





the cave


bando
lint drool

fauces





knot


rollo
real “was”
ahhhh

)right(





ester


bang tune
sunny sky
ept core

the lung gnat





soon


lipt grance
)))(((

chew the fog





it


drubbing
knot
plaid

the crease the
cen ter





Flotsam

plunged right in ,the greasy wave the
lumber starts to sink aún sapote
.meat and corn it’s quiver time your
throat of cancellations throttled nap
.cough outside the suit of muddy so
cks ,play a storm ,finger in your
ear a tuner wrist the fleas the
cave the slumbered farts and th
ink o fold the smouldered shore
,insulation scattered on the beach




Drink Soap

bubbled cup what’s sinks what’s
lala lengua dissolving numbers on
that crumpled page your footmeat
,spattered shadow ,laundry coldcuts
,pierce your tongue and bleed the
coughing out the faucet’s soup you
poured into yr pants what I put
on .and teetered near the edge
,where the steps should be




Payoff

pellet ,crystal ,spoon ,cenote
,cloud... uh table rinsed all
the sand fills my shoe .the
eraser comb ,clattering fans
shake the floor my sleep re
peals my thorny pants my
buzzing mist like light thru
sting in my ear’s night air
)stones rolling in a cave( pass
the water in your hand .down
right pretty is my wallet ,muddy
,stuffed with rotting thumbs