le sud

the ash hock ,ply ,would

spl inter calar ,ni voz

,tócame ,riñón ,leva dura

bicicleta o bigote goteado

-  planificación ur bana l

sin túnel  -  )my craw ling

syn apse(  “just c hew ,i

t p lung es” my flesh my

walllllll

                            Tree  e

 

the gnat

spread said lung spent the

...foarce of shingle ,off the

roof breath my ^ flaming elbow

~~...what rises from the thumb

“your mouth” a green nickel

on your tongue your moth sh

oulder where the speckled te

xt ...I ran outside my p

ants  ...the written sidewalk cr

umbles ...I had “nothing left”

]]what’s heard inside the Sandwich

 

la urbe

chain of sinks a

hot hell ,dampness

combs the rinsing

fog the seeming hill

of masks’ a breast

,eyeless ,seeing ,seen

from the dusty grava

de hoja seca ornada

,los grifos mudos son

y en los bajos

la maleza tupida se sonríe

...yeux, clairs sous le masque.

- Paul-Jean Toulet

the disk

sludgy well ,or air’s expans

ion ,if grey with dust it

thicks ,a drying b rain ,with’s

eyes ,what sees es el fin ,a

l umpy wall of meat ,bloodless

,so’s thin like leaves ,fallen

from the burning tree wh

at connects ,or did ,the worlds

without pants ,nor beaded necks

,p ages which all time contain

the bindings blind s ,sin

ojos por the water’s text

,where an onyx cup with st

ones is filled

L’air immense ouvre et referme mon livre...

- Paul Valéry

the blood

yr rust ling chee k

pail      for  mica      ton  sure

the su gar es capade ,cor

└’’ ‘ nered as h yr shirt’s

binding where yr r ecto f

ades and the vers o’s

in’s la go di suelto

teeth barking in yr shoe