shunt

even when streaked ,the

steps ,sodden and thin

,dim ,when the leg ,with

its scrotal pouch crowned

,descends ,to the record s

tore ,invisible on the

skin’s horizon ,its

trance ,asphalted ,wakes

in the window’s  yell

ow stains or inglés del

polvo bucal ,como cenote

dank ,rushing to drown

on the fence  .the

verbs ,when blackened

,passing ,from your

mouth ,or from distance

aching for’s glass ,its

insects and scissors clus

tered, following ,of am

nesia ,the dripping ,ever

streaked when even ,ink

Mumbling after Ivan Argüelles’ “the far”

wHAt figured

)oztotl(

lo grAffito som

brero de cuAtro lA

dos con punto wAs

tHAt wHen uH gly

pHos destemplA

dos oH I ditHered

mAs  ,oH  TlatoaniH

wHAt   I  sAid

)en el agua de la cueva(

tick

feaThered por  n  a  k

not  ...lisT...

“TwenTy  manTas”

The Corn Shadow

h  e  a  v  e  s   the

eaves aflame

TrInKeTs   y

bosTa   ,Calzado

flexible sign

the jawbone drunk ,if

gaped like’s basement

door ,floppy and snored

,the eyeball ,but seeing

,ignored ,the posterior g

ashes when not the waving

flag ,the boxes’ exit ,or

yolky seatback to’s hair

fast stuck ,a ,of the

neck ,sign ,if’s respiration’s

voyage ,saying the offal

binge’s let down in the

closet

With sticky bits from

Reed Altemus’ “tourism”

swung up

shoulders ,the vacuum vis

ion ,where forgot’s the

tropic flare ,in the bucket’s

rusty text more dim ,nor

acidic ,of history’s relaciones

,variable phlegm the asterisk

traces ,is culture’s flab

,the heavy sloshing jug

With stubble lifted from

Reed Altemus’ “galaxy freezer upswing”

bilateral box

boiling sandwich ,or a type

writer cloud faucet boosts yr

mouth thrombosis widened on

the ,not an estuary ,porch f

lighted ham and dime where’s

fecal dustbin comes ,with

tongs ,a vector portal ,lifted

from the steam y ,once hal

ibut’s ,portal ,flecks yr

sock ,and the opposite eats

Including sides from

Reed Altemus’ “air mail 2”

prosperpina & the gates

pawed the dim shorts I

did nor spun the dam

pness in my ear the

fount of clouds was

poems of bacon smoke

blue light flashing on

my pen I cccraw

eddd the samwich

thinning in my pocket

,off ,off  .beach of

kleenex in the stream

)))where that dog’s 3

heads bowed and w

aited round the bend

...los estuarios donde desembocas.

- Rubén Bonifaz Nuño

  

popoca

shapeless ,inusitado ,de

túmulos fornido el urbe

de pirámides con su laundry

& luncheonettes ,shapely

and buried ,from the tongues’

saliva literate the field

of statues awaiting the

corn the whirling sky the

cave speaking instructions

which burn in the corner

,with spiders and manuals

the former foundations

revered  .itzpetzli in its

smoke reveals ,the quart

ered river flowing from dawn

  

low beam

my muddy hand my

lum inessence plowed

and necked the spoon

,of viscous light ,up to

your mouth ,if th

oughtless ,hesitates

,like thought ,or lun

ch impaction sock

.what my digits’ held

,a tube or brush ,b

loody gland my py

resplendence hatless

in ,of dog food aisle ,the

glare  .proud bedecked

the gloom you sucked

,yr tumescent sight

  

moche doing nothing

to last ,in the spoon

of coal dust built ,tossing

and sweaty ,the spider

decapitator in your cent

er’s plate it’s ,from the

sea’s garúa learning my

leg  .its last broom

knows ,its spattered

sweater of lenses wove

,what sees you ,on the f

lushing throne ,seated

.your circled half hat

gleaming in the dark

bath’s room

chalchihuitl

escribí el garbage com

pactor the wheezing ju

ice que escribí el fin de

calaveras comb in the

water escribía defor

maba inmicturaba lo

what dribbled en lo es

cribibido no escrito a

hogado escribí un

túnel invisible es

cribí the filling up

with stones the

green one in my mou

th is the what I

rode the en demic

word o escribí lo no

escrito nu nca es en

cripto está en cripta

“escribí lo des crito

desencrito unescrito

resombrascrito...”

vacuate

guess the egg spoon coal

impact’s sweaty plate de

capitator reflection turns

to public leg garúa mons

ters dissected in the lenses

of yr flushing throne hand

rubric inflects the

bath room rash dots

and spattered mouth thought

less weedeaters swerved

around the rats’ im

paction sock ,viscous g

land respendence cursory

plastic at uttered hats yr

tumescent nostril evacuates

the curvature’s sucked mu

lch dissected digits in

the laundry’s urbe pools an

egg’s redaction of the

luncheonette corn tombs

smoking through the’

itzpetzli loaves f

lows from all those cell

phones and schoolbook

spiders, man uals floppy

in the thinning samwich

where yr bacon clouds

perp etrate consensus

A Hack of Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 51, 2013 & some poems

by John M. Bennett from

Aug. 23, 2013

hat disease

en trance id ,the t

iny liddle pointy head

...imbal ance ,whiff le

leg ,cow falls the ,thick

tongue’s paint I clobbered

,cobbled, cucoupled in the

green sugared lake’s dead

bugs the hat I fill ,was

the dengue book I

wrote I w rote a head the

laundry burning on the

r    o    o    f

a sleep the curdled race

 

vacate

toot shur t em

pid insectívoro mi

cu ate stord the sh

ape lungo ,lingo lathe

red on the wilting

wa//  scrimmed the

doubt watt’s b

ugging you such g

as me friend  .t

old yr wh istle scri

vner torld the f

iles shimmering in

their h eat

wallets on the beach

 

ch

the  fe ste red n

âme de pierre verte

alchihuitl schaking

in the boiling sky s

oup - nails ┴ and ¡

r ings - the storm the

sauce the gristle wh

ere yr float sh

ould be

ip

du s

,***bee wall ,mate leak ,t

ame ,shorter ,fan belt

dissolution where yr sha

dow crawls that buzzing

in yr nostril w)ear the

bloo(m ister affles

off the sticky floor

.cheese node the ,pile

where the grunting tomb

pre vails

  

¿

did I foot meal the

hacking fog did I seep

shoe the stunned link

sausage did I drip and

haul did I felt s

nore did I hash the

scowling loot did I fo

am pill did I chew the

scuttled leg did I

ammo dream did I

sock swallow off the

sooty shore boiled with

plastic bags and condoms

?