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