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