the house

upper ham in dented

,what if ended what the

thought ,outer spiel

,apt in habitation ,rai

se yr corn ,the t

umbler worn ,past

the bulb ,yr k

nife pissing off the

bone ,or speech ,a

crawling thing ,plo

tting toward the fork

,remembered ,but was

got .remaindered sore

,outer cloud ,the

nut half snored

inching ,lifting ,poured

  

le rêve bibliographique

“loathsome antiquity” and’

picking the nose e  e   e    e     e      e

,or sum ladder croa’

‘king from the toilet where yr

wallet dreams ,trans in

substantiates ,Q-Tips

lost 20 years ,bent wands

of dust and immemorial gig

gling ,splattered pages bro

ken windows smouldering

glue and string in the laby

rinthine knots where yr ash

en list’s folded inside yr eye

yr index ,dribbles ,was once

a shirt ,was once a knot

in the exliterate wind

un cheval

- René Magritte

the bibliothèque

meat duck ,played the fog

,a tendril ,smattered ,op

timatal ,soaked ,it’s

swoll-like ,enters ,tapes

the shadow off your

tongue what’s swallowed

,deknapped ,green and

hard ,the single pair

,beaked across the lawn

,where a towel grins ,and

yr nostril gapes like

sunset richly swerved

,it’s bouldered ,owlish

,numbered past the

milpa where yr s

hoes were lost ,in

apptitude ,for graining

,slotsided ,dim materia

folding in the index of

yr lexicon ,a box of

gravel filled with ink

...l’eau mort s’étame

D’une pellicule de plomb...

- Théophile Gautier

ste

mi pedo te

pido mi

palmo te

pongo mi

sterio

reo

cle

ptománico

cue

st  a

baj  oj

o

pre

mio

dimin

dedito

dedi

cactorio

clo

aca

uto

nal  g

ore

jón

a

masi

vo

na

asificación

the churl

elefantino ,tu ,la cumbre ,the

’hosing nostril ,ectoflagic wa

vering before the pond

donde la cabeza se h

undía o aire ectopl

ásmico ~ ~  born r

ain ,doubter hymn ~ ~

yr massif ears turned yr

’high broke tooth п л

)spoon the meat you(

acequia seca ,con in

secto figurativo con sa

bor in meditado con

los sindientes de tu plan

histopolítico...  )across

the glinting lake a st

st ony shadow 0 0

fog and gravel

the swift

sw allowed the tongue ,wh

at’s gate of joyous fool’s ,a

towel of teeth ,were st

ones glistening in the

’‘surf ,high clouds span

the eyen ate’s light un

packing ,the latches cc

lickked backk the shirts

could breathe and yr

shorts ,in the corners k

notted ,itching’s con

text ,contain their

‘’foam ,or your flight

toward the cup raised

to’s fisted view with’s

spoon toward “heaven’s

throat” up pointed ,while

you ,folded down ,put

yr foot in yr shoe

...De su roca natal se precipita,

I mucha sal no solo en poco vaso...

- Luis de Góngora

the rules

my ablaundry tension

s torrid history retrained

like torta ahogada mi j

amón emético my tous

led eyebrow ,taut the br

eeze lo instructivo th

rashing in a dog gone hole

  

idilio

polofrantic ,cobwebbed ,wh

ere the flac intestine w

ithers like your swordfish

flopping slower on the beach

.where the thighs lay

down where the story tw

itches’ skin of flies

lumpy throne

nuts and legs his foaming

kale bowl a dog clock

grinning on the wall

REPLACE YOUR TEETH

WITH ICECUBES why

the pool pr eacher furls a

phids cluster on that h

airless “arm flaccid in yo

ur lap”

oh the whispering towels

o les cadavres jettés a la mer

drool

Shoes and Lakes ¡  twice yam

mered at ,the slit stone face the

gum collected in yr ear Fog

and Sock !  )where the gristle in

your pocket grew its hair no(

ambiente clambinatorio ni e

bola giggling on the stove

the bun locker thick with mold

)))your foamy shirt your sp

lintered deck your cuad

rant spun in spheres(((

...sur des choses gluantes...

- Gustave Flaubert

ser

dense lake waddles through

yr eye a drinking crow

...miles of sticky ash...  tu

cogote cuadrado como el

horizonte  )dit Vicente(

et ton soupir una pirámide

,unfocussed in the fog your

liver exhales  .shirtless

,yr skin bleached and st

arched ,saw the pickup

truck burning off the road

,bleachers and termites

.it’s your bloody comb

collection...

Et autour un peu d’eau

- Vicente Huidobro

arcadas

occulate  .it his

toria del fermento

.forma  .lápiz cacósmico

my chin cheese’s rumor

atragantado ,stink of’s

highest water  I

saw it off ,eggs and

gristle ,kinda like an

eye with’s ball point

.)swaddled in the temp

tress dust yr(  glottis

sandwich ,fog and

plastic bags

UN BRAS INCONNU

- Vicente Huidobro

the mail

“boil the hamster” towel a

pe sado drink the ddust

yr comb heaves be neat

h the d une mer w

as c offing in the suit shift

my am bled s pill c ream’s

swift tonnage ,a ge of sh ape

the coff in lob ster c

licks its eyen at you  )t

he fisted smoke the

salty glass(  ...so the

soup’s sublimation...

(yellow corns stud yr

turd)  what spins and

blows along the beach

  

...y la saltada piedra cruzó errante

hasta la esquina...

- José Lezama Lima

la tumba

ssoon the ststicky llint

,convected in the sheets ,w

here the h air an’s c latter

ed volition’s clammed ,for

re gurg and ex itation’s re

framed again ,so’s frame wi

ill shatter ,))the heaving clou

ds as witness wit hdrawn((

,damp tracing in the

dia ry when diarrhea’s

not ,rescripted ,self

erasured ,but remembered

in the shorts aflap

ping at the wind ,if

crowded in the closet’s

k not ,when lighter air

,or lighter’s ,approached

the opaque wad

,and licking ,into its

ddrifting fflame’s ,is bburst

  

...todos aquellos objectos adquirían

una dirección, una cantidad que se

movilizaba en una dirección...

- José Lezama Lima

the scent

chew chort sock  s  t

he duck eggs ththroated in

the stuck short ,shore with

torn bottles strewn ,yr p

lated yellow slick ,just st

and a while just b oil a

w ay ~ ~ ~   a wind talk

,s craping j aw across the

con crete f loor the sh

attered s hells ,miseria y

ándale ,dorm ant g

land tugs the sheets the

blue sky wrinkled in yr

palm  .in the absent

focus in the sty and

wandered hand in the

shirty yolk where the

iitchy ssoundd reretturnss

I’m sick of this...

fucking pretentious music.

- Ben Bennett

the bust

sure gloat the head the knock

lacquer an a grime sh sh

shocking of the neck clung

next  .in the floating back

in the ,salt skin a ,tr

ial foam or sagging

dog inglandular seething un

der the  bed cough yr nos

tril grist le and a “sweaty

canoe” where yr d

...rope of ,shuddered cave...

...dime to go