Thursday, March 3, 2011

Wrote Writ


All right I was righting the toilet I was righting the
lugnut I was righting the swamp I was righting the
listerine I was righting the luggage leak I was
righting the comb I was righting the shadow under
the bed I was righting the crock I was righting the
tuna sandwich I was right the ash hole I was righting
the bleeding lip I was writing the streaming corn


Muddy Hill

balked at shore uh mule thong
phone route uh blotted flap shut
broiling in lap uh neck drift
drunk my uh churn it off
restless ,punched ,grate uh mile throng
bowing off uh throat steam gunk
letter murk crime uh basal stone
hung pile uh gnats and socks
creeped a head uh time sneeze
flank mud uh your ear river
sinks in jaw uh grunt mind




Cloaca Desenterrada

chúpame el zapato tuerco costal de
armas mi fusil de agua gluglu en
terrado tengo el dedo circular el o
jo cuadrado y no sé caminar .lo
que sé está en el cigarro o cig
arra humo chirriante por las tardes
,mojado estoy y soy futilitario
sacado del fango .empújame el
sobaco suelto la cloaca mota o
mote de mi gárgara orinosa del
calcetín deglutante que saboreo
en la mejilla ...súbame el re
traso puerco ...el mosto de mi pensar ...




Chirpy Chirpy

chirping and shirting chopping and ch
outing clock and cloak spread on my
,table coke ,fumble d sh oe plat
behind ,fridge ,foggy bone ,tent o
sprawly one !chirking and ,sound bl
ood my force laply gangled in the
tube )said flak( pustule gate )my
neck( opens ] o [ suit of birds





Comida Lacustre

sung hole ,glag mort ,toldo respir
ante y mis ,nalguitas trémulas ,ai
re luminfecto so I ,aimed the st
ream ,past ,you were forted ,t
old the lake grunt todos los talles
por la puertita pasados los días
curtidos y mi ,clung bole raised be
fore the ceiling light my bags my
snorts my tumbling à travers la fen
être fuming and fustigante ,febril co
mo told the fire ,barquitos e
fímeros the water the fake the st
ung lump growing in the peeling night

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