Saturday, October 26, 2013

  
le rêve bibliographique

“loathsome antiquity” and’
picking the nose  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

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home