soon
towels and corn ,my
eachless leg your rug
,if sticky ,contains a
,hosed not flagged ,wh
at scribbles in ,flu
shed and swirled ,the
b owl’s beak of war ,all
pointed toward yr
,but swallowed ,boiling
neck .‘s creamed down
stream ,was ash ,a
tongue the current ,r
anting ,lapped ,that s
lick white shore
.the kernels ,in
sweaty fabric w
rapped ,hold the
liq ,if changing quid
,tale ‘ ‘ ’ ‘ ’ ‘ ‘
...glimmered on green waters...
- H. P. Lovecraft
bostapuerta
shoe ,the fraught dog’s
shit’s sweetened sole ,a
crap comp action toward
,if dreamed ,the fragrant
lunch ,a bowl of pho
,nemes c lanked ac ross
the cuad erno ,donde
mi lencgua cahminaba
con un pie descalzo .f
rénétique ,plusieurs voix
‘,vol des dents ,me bar
king are ,where I
sat down ,the double
s ticks ,my m out h f
raming ,were roads \?
,ending in my sweaty
fist :and wheezed be
hind the lungless door
...el pecho pasaba de silbo
a soterrado retumbo...
- José Lezama Lima
ig nition
en gina y ,motor ,de
hesperar el fhin ...tu
lhumen ,g ears an eyes
,the teet h ang in’s
bucket’s escupitazos y
vendajes you went des c
ried ,the key ,b ent ,om
ological m ask ,star
ter screeching y noh
se mueve nhada ,ges
ticulaciones del escen
ario a la puerta ,incom
prensibles ,humo ,gnats
,que sube por un harbol
,el pain de mi pecho
uhna ahspirina es
,soaked in gasoline
...the moony zhoomer glimmers...
- James Whitcomb Riley
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