Sunday, July 7, 2013

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way enhancement

the ringing foot the
clustered frost the
peldaño pensativo al
caer la loess ,mound
slumps dim across the
field where the
tlacaquetzal eats his
cheese  .in amoxtli
pusulecto an the walking
song yr end inculcates
where the fisted verse
burns your socks .wob
bles on the blood-strung
...y nadie dijo nada.
- César Vallejo

the unfolds

across the war I fee
l it already space if ,in
tervenes automatic wr
it the only ones not
much of categotizations
according to the radio sp
lattered fabric’s departure
splurge and not just that
however it seems the
burn splendid ended in the
language debates already
on a new chasm who are the
victims the sound floats so
mewhere in the neighborhood
‘s mothmouth stumped at the
root profession don’t start
dreaming’s image vacant
lot it’s all the same I’m
serious the body slides app
ears on stage and all is
very well that’s it sea and
Refried from Jim Leftwich’s
Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 47, 2013
Vsevolod Nekrasov’s I Live I See,
Ugly Duckling Press, 2013


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