Thursday, April 18, 2013

mircornror

yr foot locked lint ¡ay
Don Tremebundo ándate
por mí! el lago moco
DRIPPING FROM THE
CLOCK tide scrolls a cro
sssss the field the aire’s
sopa ,sopa seca y opaca I
tipped my shoe

)))the corn ran off  )f  f   f    f     f      f
  
...comía el elote antropomórfico...
- Diego Rivera


 
stespoejorm

housing lunch I gated            
luggaged loomed beside
the stormy street yr
coughy “shoulder” with
the scrambled ,stones
,coins ,centipedes rat
tling in my shoe  )you
foamed ,,,“beside the
feet” ,a flag brea
ks off in    w   i   n   d

)))...plaster suit streaming in the rain...(((
  
...leaves blow across bricks...
- William S. Burroughs


  
espsheetejo

blot the time negck test
or testi testes testacular
dawn pulsing in the mirror
ah yr forky throat !
)maze mente testdemonio
en los vuelcos vueltos ...(
ick cglock ,count the cl
own lint dancing on yr
hat ᠁᠁᠁  where streams
and dimes vanished in the
milk                       your

)))CLUTTTTTTTTERED SHIRT(((

 ...the shirt the sheet...
- John M. Bennett

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