Saturday, December 28, 2013

  
the sneeze

ch chew s and cr
isp y con chas y el vid
rio circucumular ‘s whap
ped I ,“¿sabes?” the umb
rella full of olives ,or your
keys ,ffroze n in a sp
here of ice el ququeso momor
dido y tu ggus aano liberato
...¡ay tantagua desenfocada!
...lentes(  de  )tierra...


...you know...
- Luis Bravo





the sink


wa//et  /int
you reads
the
bl
Õ
O
d  ticket
‘lost’
in’s
sh
A
pe





grot

d.u.s.t cage

the logck

said

goteo ,fauces

t
o

  




ool

bliny y
vomitorio

shades
and crawls

your sTack

P


  
parnassus

supine ,lupus ,trainer do
me rising from the “sea”
turds hid beneath
tomatos the squirrels
twitch  .rust crawls up
the garage et je suis
flapi et j’ai flasqué dans
le miroir  .ah the noddin’s
left the soap’s streaming
from my lips  .mined ,too
thless ,choking on the
suds - when the answer
fills my shoe


...waters of which were
fabled to inspire...
- Mitchell’s Ancient Geography, 1845

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