Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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the sunk shirting flack nap gr
istled face frame ,wonder to
wel ,nor a speaking stone
.volcano drifting in the sky be
yond yr ,muddy wall ,the
voices’ ash grin ,Huehueteotl
sleeping Wi’itz the marco s
wells .wears your shorts for
hat ,spitzing gravel y su
pluma zopiloTesca es en
traña ,tripa del cielo y
tus aretes fofográficos don
de “a mí” la cara naútica
ví .ahogado en el aire masa
transparente where I saw
the window whee zing where I
saw the window’s swelling II
ggloves




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looka sneer ,chains of change the
toweled link rusts beneath its gr
ease of farting in the window wh
ere the gummy air brims .yr a
phid fork yr mighty cram do
g stun answer clotter sent
,raw goo ,duck shadow ,ter
mites quiver ïñ the gasolina
my doubt cloud billows in a
drawer my grunting speech r
insed there ,yr guttered spoon
yr mimed lock yr feat
hered armpit calling to the
soap convention or the
sandaled caulk you streak
your face with ~ ~ ~ ~ ~



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