Thursday, October 17, 2013

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( 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


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