fomirrorot

what yr crack re

galed what yr spent

my yr cl ownish g

ripping of the ban

nister FLOPPING

DOWN the corner

storm drain where the

mask was lost  .)))tidy

dust triples in your

s   h   o   e

  

...el calzado es lo que...

- Pablo Neruda

mirtombror

Shift in the stair the

weed grief gate - - flut

- - space - -  ))darker

ear((  separates the

grass  )))shhh(((  lucid

mOm hallucination of

boots switching in

rain ;;;  crickets - - seas

- - drilling in the ...g.r.a.v.e.l...

the broken ditch neck the

slamming the envelopes - -

  

...car wheels...opening...

- Ivan Argüelles,

“(lachrimae rerum)”

  

espbedejo

d.u.s.t.y  acr  oss  the  b

ed  yr  l  ake  s  kin  c

loudy  sp  lasher  up  y

r  leg  f)ocus(   l

amp  an  pullover  where

the  floor  swells  up

best of knuckle b

est o f aint sh

ingling

  

...lap crust...

- Eh

wamirtrorch

,shape ,lifter ,clottage ,coal

laughter ,tank the shoe your

thigh rejects or ,name the

whistling ladder in your

pants leg leakage

jiggles on the floor your

dance injects  )aim

my spoon across yr

face(  ─o  )the quiv

ering wallet(  tumbler

in the brain  -  uh litt

ered spot wrecked b

owls of afterbirth’s d

ull glow ...walking

past         ..         ...      ..      .

 ...el calendario...enterrado...

-Carlos Fuentes