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