the circular skin

bbloat ed actuarial st

aircase “destroy this” chalk

leg chewn the night skin walked

away ah enormous wet diner

sausage gravy rushing down the

steps the quantum fugue tri

angle ,text and nose implants

,vowels enough the toothcave’s

aureole uh horse mouthed c c

oughing at the glittery wwall’s

hot albescent heifer ,sh

ift of gasoline in the dia

aphanous sluffing of your

cornea ,blubbery modernism

,eels ergsing in yr steamy

caldo or the dim instamatic jun

ta seated in the public library

oh nihilist sph incter you sur

round and slept a

brupt ,ass rising to the gal

actic sea flush with rayos

X under the plumbing of

Tlaltelolco what dental

bullshit sslivered en la

enssaladda bbrumossa cóm

ete la gorra de jejenes ,s

andstorm ,d ripping box ,st

ringy lip-synch lettuce man

ure and yr uncombed

face crawling with lun

g g the ))luna dull in its

mas k of cabb age

With bits from Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 61, 2013;

Ivan Argüelles’ “chaos”, “what is a poet”,

“Valum Votan, a childhood”, 2013;

and John M. Bennett, from Nothing.