the drift

my sweaty leg slaw my

d rift ed head or cl oud el

aire in sectívoro hablé hablaba

ay la bio de gn ats infér

tiles - fertiliz antes - donde

el sangwich se me cayó ,mi

knee and lettuce, rabbits sm

eared on the window y me p

use la cramisa ,shi m mer ing

w . . .   it .  .   .    h        a .  .   .    .     .

...l’ombre l’arbre...

- Arthur Rimbaud

 

the seizure

ay whistled sluit ay mi

astro genético ,mis tuúneles

hambulantes - él que me

craminaba era ...¿quién? f

ists an d arting into the cor

ners - flooded ,chewing - an

the d ripping for k o )tene

dor bif urc ante(  what I cha

sed outside the estanquillo the

jiffy mart burns en el cruce

de claminos me fuí I b

b ala nced the rockinmyn eck

...de son aine en flamme...

- « François Coppée »

the index

bed neck sky where the s

lathered terraces strewn

with jjarrs or wax hor

ses windows spewing lun

ch dense glass remember

the crawling wheels and it

ching delineation of the lac

onic in dicators bones and

car pet hands signing in all

di sections ni ches digits gas

o line ,cut                            off

...tongues in leaves...

- Ivan Argüelles, “mycenae”

the seal

negc k slo t POR ME

NOR the seeming tub e to

p an w hat w as f lop

py in the sou p’s c old s

hade s WILL the his sing

s pace you empt y the

gig gled not hing’s re versed

aphoneboothfilledwithpancakes

)or jus t the t ide cam e in

(((

...see what’s drunk ,and born