Miroir des Nuages

 ay storm lung’s loose

emphysema phoning to

ward the dawn brea ker

s kin’s swoll wit’s ou

ter hose my  feefee

ts sWiRiLiNg – back

yr shut  –   ))mouthless

face((  pod nacre ,pid

dle s)p(lashing inna pool

))yr sleepingg skkull((  yr

gloss sing le cadeaux

sans forme ,un ique

,“mer veilleuse”

))te ví la luz ahogada

el mensaje que bradiza

la manguera ...dormida

...((  yr breath’s a c

loud a back o’ o

pened to the fblood ,er...

                                           ))...sink

  

...pour le mar t eau...

- Victor Hugo

The Suitcase Mirror

 tOssed the lungage for

th ot to ,maze ,w

hipping rag on the r

oof  .ultra missing im

modiffy the shapeless

net sloppy neck &

sugar ,shoes ablaze

with turd burningwher

e the hair repeals

 y

 ...my breath zipper, and clouded.

- J. S. Murnet

  

Espejo Ranítico

rana raquítica o me

tal es tanque fort

i faction wheeeeez

ink tomb yr knotnek

)deglutir ,then swallow(

croák croác nos

trum trills ,yr “ex

plantation” shiv

ers outside the w

aters where yr

fork<  )road(  was

sunk ,its gluteous

gleam in the

muddy bottom

  

...vestirte ,de camino...

- Antonio Machado

  

Climb the Mirror

in sunk ladder |═| roamed in

co gote reconveccionado in

la soma es túpida in your en

demic shirt climbing in the

throat descension off the

dunked rung the off butt

on glimmers beneath the sur

f off coast a cloud groans down

in my eye reef in my

whirling shoe

 

...meat shelf...

- Bob BrueckL