your spill moons the black steps

your spill

too much      fog      blood

guest      re      jections      nor

in      nor      ob      vious      st

orm      compaction      where

my skin-stippled      leg      a

furry bologna sandwich

mice      clouds      loofa

where the tents burn      a

neck      left on the porch

movement      of the bowels

I kept      fat      poison

cucharas      for the dead

...ou nuage d’une certaine teinte...

- René Char

moons

the beast’s comb your

,pile lobster ,gland

hammer rises toward yr

throat er ,oilsophagus

twisted in the lunch

.belts and lungs  .a

rutabaga mildews in the

fridge  .sunk’s in a

lake correspondence file

oh the ceiling spiders

oh the scissors hiding

in your hair

!!

...murciélagos y cucharas...

- Atahualpa

the black steps

the rubber leg  .whwhat

.uh ,busy feet ,an my

froggy knee twisting

in the rain  .oh you walk

the corner off  !toupées

and ]shutters[ ticking cob

bled street where ,Tez

catlipoca ,muttering in a

doorway penned in by

dogs  .hocicos y tinta

Ma oc achitzinca i tetloc yenican,

tenahuac, ayahue.

- Cantares Mexicanos