pustulencia

f’ing chew  .is hock horse is

,twenty three of chains

.block the sandal ,which of

you  .the steaming pill fork the

.ashy lip condenser and the

questionnaire WAVE THE

FLOPPY ONE on dog town

qui mangent les cadavres les

swinging mouches de Tlaloc

staring holes in the dark

eat the foam ,turn around

“we have scorched the snake...”

Xolotl: a pink translucent salamander...

- William S. Burroughs

 

dégénéresence maculaire

...si lâche et si terrible

seeping out from beneath the

fridge yr leg trouble and a

grey french fry par la

rive du fleuve draining toward

the basement stairs where the

leaking bean cans le

pont en ruine a pulsing

glow in the back of yr

eye les yeux fermés

,roulant pêle-mêle ,grapes

falling down yr shirt

stand and natter

jiggle the peas in your shorts!

  

La nudité de leur corps facilitant

les blessures...

- Gustave Flaubert

fluttering

dans un coin du miroir de

Vicente un conejo se mu

ere y me muerdo la

mano - saveur aux sar

dines - una cacada donde

mi s pa sos se ale

jan et un morc eau de

taco en boca del ra

tón de mi máquina de

hescribir  .la fonetique

nasona ,placer du plaisir

funéraire  .sin peine

,sueño del guacamole

  

Je cache un souvenir

- Vicente Huidobro

chud sky

the sprawling nostril the

cheese doodle dangling out uh

groaning lake above yr

pants ah blinking sky ng ng

ng  )cloud oozing dow

n a hill(  the age ape ,ne

stled in yr rag // P

AW PA W \\ the mucous

hog ,gleaming in your

“basement” it’s the hor

izon’s cl utter it’s the            

d ripping g ate ! hack a

big one little john yr

rooter foot’s shriv

elled ,h h h )))thirsts

  

Ése o aquél ha hecho algo

interesante, puesto que ahora muere.

- César Vallejo

utter lint

jakes an locks ,numb

er “jiggling” ,wind and

pretzels in the toilet dis

solvve  my wrist’s a

lobster  )or your hand(

holding a key ,OR A

TINY LEG  ]my hissing

shirt my fog tonnage [

)I wanted a rooster ,singing

the dawn ,hissing in the cra

ckling night(

  

Va a hacer el caca y por eso

se pone los anteojos.

- César Vallejo

fun dot

the louts are crawling the

gas reseals the outer sn

ore pisser a pes ,your

scrool shader ,fork an fog

,ice turds glitter in the

winter sun ,,, wilted cl

ouds the sprawling last w

ords ,,,  )yr pork log sw

eating on the floor(  a

table sprouting hair my

iceolation finger rai

sed eh eh eh  ))yr

cable knotted in “the”

pants((  )))fool’s n

amer ,taut with slop ,,, (((

...the nuts are loosening

l;iker

mate the corn ,louder ,dan

k lurk shiner on the bas

ement steps  )your show

er waltz(  tripas y f

ocos  )grey soup drying

in the kitch en tus

calzoncillos un hueso de

aguacate y una hor

miga I was spitting

on my suit the poem of

daze ,it was wispy

,wispy like the fried

phonetics sticking to my

mirror(::::: :  :  were f

lies I sneezed ?

  

...le nul au centre du visage...

- René Char

lomo pozo

comía el lomo del pozo

le trance re pesado tu

tepetate en llamas mi

entras tomaba la cola

la cacacola la cacacama la

cacanasta donde mi li

bro guardaba ,esencia

del culo y forma del

cielo  .el cami són

te puse la piel te

quitaba y de tu agua

un chayote brotaba

,chayote o huevos en

fangados de la boca

terrenal ,cueva ape

estosa del carne po

drida de la cacarne cacahuatera

la golonbrisa la golonchilla

- Vicente Huidobro

a tack

the “mutter line”

hustle and crême

your crew link crow

ded was

stream

ing was

plongeur ,infarcto

 

ojo de agua

runny hose “b

leak”

mater risen

clattering in the night

frost and pills                  

wrench

a bent trowel

all

writ

off

knock

chowder and flag

burning anus

your coughing phone

mir as

,ache ,at ,adder ,an

a ,aim ashed ,awe

full tunnel ═════ st

raw “on fire” was hed

yr c ow b ladder

eats the ate time

.oil yr shin y su

it ,ape yr ass

aft er admonition in

the air yr sake

yr sung yr sore s

wimming ,sweat yr

sole sandwich scis

sored in the sun

 ...viento del laberinto...

- Jorge Luis Borges

mor

mist the negck slugg you

┘cornered└  in yr shor

ts the dog clo ck th

e ostomatic ho se

re traction face the d d

ribbbly g ate a p

late o’ wee nies ∞∞∞

)time an gasping(  ra

ise yr head an de

glutinate ,the clouds

  

...niebla...

- Miguel de Unamuno

rr

pus ‘n puzz le ,lago

despellejado ,pulcritud

de sarna de caspa de

dying on the stair your

)))foggy lake leg(((

epinephrine jittering

in the pantry was

your egg salad ,shirt

pock et bul ging  .so

oner  .lat er  .lousy

ham que en el ba

ño comiste  . . . . . . . . . . , , ,

  

...infútil, los peldaños...

- Vicente Leñero

figurado

cheese if ,kknokers ,plate

crcrackked my doggy lap

wet with ccrushed mosquitos

- Mr. Clapper rules ! - the

wheeling fog passes from

my eyen - I wrote this

pan tostado es ccombroso

testicumento que te

exexplicó la nada ni la

nada - arroz y sapo -

shirtless in the breeze ~ ~ ~  ~   ~

feel

portanto por tentomado

lo que en la mmano mme

ddormía was yr ,ash o

ppulens ,the gritty

siezure of my ff fff

ffffork  )so my ffoggy

tturds scscowl in the

sssoup(  lightning or

lligghtning  )beans

fill yr shorts(  my too

th my huehueodontología

or ,your ffigured arms

rising toward the cicieling light

...use ,and vacancy...

trussed

embolate ,the rancid

door ,able to  .the r

riising was or if  ,tan

trick shadow next the

dumpster misty TtVv

in the wweeds ...yr a

ammbbullate ry etta

llubbmaa sack o  ))bb

ottles ‘n tturdds((  it’s

,the swoll thing my k

nee protrudes  .set

to ggigggle in the

laundry pile

...sooner swallowed...

- “Moose” Diployd

  

osteo

the lipless hammer speaks oh

dripping walls oh neck

shapeless like a sack of

grits something pounding

in the bathroom where

the door retreats in mist

your shoeless water yr

sliding skull bright with

g litter whwhere a slslee

pping ddog’s creased with

moss

.............................

lomo lengua

red banal view the

epsom fault corpse

hovered comb paper

intentions lagging aft

the leftist soap butt

ons chains rusted

in a cave o ologies c

lanking road and ham

surprises called the

caulking zone war fun

neled off your cold

shoe extract bailing

out the river  of yr

autonomous zone’s steep

finger and sawdust l

anguage wandering br

eath or D waffle

where the blue sh

ape wiggles off your

wall an ant shovel

bang beside the head’s

clot noun list mor

sel of digestive sh

am coherence brisk

slobber and a hypno

tist’s erect fire form

radish brooming thru

the dirt

pool ,heel ,dry frogs

John M. Bennett

with some clods from

Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence

Book 46, 2013