the is

spelled the hung er my

leg swoll  )L(  the dou

ble ph one the d ouble

p hone I ccalledd my

ththigh its clotted ha m

y l ung ex planation s

poke back into my m

mouthth where the ash

congealed where the  )sal

ted shoe(   ‘s’s

                        }negck{

the seen

my foot ,which the lunch

and glass was ,the floor

flew was what I said the

salad shrinking in a lake

was your forking lips your

eyes the wheels what

has passed I sez to you

will pass ,the cebolla

en su bruma colorada

your shirtsleeve is the

sausage in your throat yo

ur throat and glass is sal

ad is your forking eyes

is the wheel passing

through your sausage

  

What meaning is hidden beneath his tongue?

- Ritual of the Bacabs

the ink

dreamed the wet lunch the

faucets dreamed a sack of

peels and shoulder lost the

wet sack my shirt swam

across the peeled water

was my dream of stone

rising through the trees the

trees were instructions b

led where Lunch was b

right with ants were’’’’’

woven for my shirt my

aching shirt remembered see

n across the crawing water

sort of ,shaped

the sieve

tomar A flojar yr in

sect storms the moon a

neck ,river  .the trembled s

tool the gravel talking in yr

plumbing where the soap m

ist s t  r  e  a  m  s ≈ ; ≈ ; ≈ ; ≈ ; ≈ ; ≈

a pen re duction was your

answer and a thumb inside

the skull’s ƒ clot ted

water was a jar a question

:lip or pencil ,bat

and laundry burning ,a

tragantado ,T ieso

        ...was the swarm light

Wearing a mosquito net, he poked the turd.

- Baron Geraldo

the chore

the runny rice your leg

shakes off the rice in

gredient runny cheek

revolved the mirror’s

rice sticky on the

glass your runny

documents your rice

fulgor revolving on

the runny couch the

door returns the

runny sidewalk says

your face your rice

your runny habituation

...soon torn...

the sandwich

the absosorbtion of your

what you saw your what

you see’s the feathered

edge the feathered hand

spread behind your back

connection of the hair and

faucet spread tresses or

convection to the eye the

hair the spig got spraying

at your face was sp raying

said upon the wall your

face your fac e

...oil ,hair ~

the sawdust

es capada ,nor intensa

,intonso was escaped and

hairless was a broken egg a

sticky comb held against a

skull was lentes broken

,narcos ,cabildo de sangre de

rramada was yr thought

reversion ,enrevesado ,fono

emético ,reversion of the

neck you left behind ,be

hind the bathroom mirror

which was la puerta ,mirror

toward the sticky stairs

...funerales ,y roncar.

the split

leg’s shadow ,s nore ,l

ame the cloud the cloud

shadow fingered was the

filthy soap was fingered

on the egg the egg gl

eaming in a tree glea

ming in your lap a bed

of soggy leaves bene

ath the chair benea

th the splintered wood

the shadow slides a

way the wall is blank

...the cloud the egg...

the membrane

it is a long SUIT murder

identified SUIT transcende

leg lint SUIT bloody taste

kinda foamy SUIT morning

muttered tox SUIT poetid

fungus foot SUIT spelling

cloud defecation SUIT

root constraint SUIT bullets

canned beans SUIT arc

smoking SUIT brains un

written seed SUIT mask

ideas ,index ,SUIT swallowed

the animal bread SUIT viol

ence features snake SUIT

bam membrane toasted SUIT

bond eaten SUIT subjects

dribbled in the SUIT river

in the blemished SUIT kitchen

stemming SUET twist SUET

SUET brimmed the deep SUETSUET

With chunks from Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 69, 2014

the maps

on the DOGDOG roof hanging

skin DOGDOG to fly left

DOGDOG underfoot and

wheeling DOGDOG bare chill

DOGDOG the swarms of s

hoes DOGDOG bruised boo

ks infected leg DOGDOG

your bladder wall DOGDOG

signals nothing DOGDOG sun

glasses’ blank reflection DO

GDOG home ink DOG

DOG the loose ink the

DOGDOG ink the br

uised tickets DOGDOG

DIGDIG count the DIG

DIG signals giggling in the

DIGDIG dust the dust

With chunks from Ivan Argüelles’

“5 days counting”, 2014

the speed

SITSIT tropical inches lost

foot SITSIT breeding in the

shifts SITSIT grief fever

luggage SITSIT like voice’s

distance SITSIT recalculation

sleepy maps SITSIT smeared

with corn SITSIT milky sand

wich rising from the SITSIT

dung SITSIT drifts of feat

hers SITSIT faded ginger

ale time SITSIT the spine

growling SITSIT water ac

hing in the SITSIT motel

your aztec radio SITSIT

arrow dust SITSIT time

walks SITSIT the chair’s

worn SITSIT rag something

whirs SOTSOT dispersing

tunes SOTSOT bitten in

the SOTSOT unfurled sky

With chunks from Ivan Argüelles’

“Joe the Navajo”, 2014

the really

so I dudoubted all

the  ...waisted in the

water’s pale lung

yr  ...knot suit ,f

“lung” agaghast the no

te ,b all of noseblow

,kinda ratty ,een yr d

rooly sh irt yr h

opping sw an thropod

or  ...what’s that r

uns ,along the lapping

edge;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

the soul

beets numbered d ragging

clouds across the bed

yr heap neck decrusts

yr dog’s pile ay b

ank sin L y por eso

el banco’s vaciado

ni mon eda tiene ni

haspirina  .nor the roott

recounting nor the “he

headache” otrora men

cionada  .)))just think

,or blank ,and cclutch

yr cc oinns ●● ●  ●   ●    ●     ●

the shale

ex spinning conconju

gation wear yr lap

pest uululation what yr

fat fork lost a th

read shivering in the

desk lamp light yr

}numbered shorts{  a

faucett ccrime a

lotería flying from the

second floor    █              █

buzzing ,bust

the chump

really knob-like ,wizzened

,courtly ,if the sc

oured throat spoke a

s tone a s lab o’ s not

.was capless really ,noddding

,ccrawled a ,b lister ,n

ails cclinkkink in your ffeet

a “really was” eh hah

mattered darkly where the

irrigation canal minds a

way beneath the bloody

crust

relentless ,and a ddepth

the steep

aspects of off the varioffus

chilloff balam much less off

the young sea slivers off meat

tint ,off ,war piece expedition

off the language disaster from

off the seep the mothoff

hints saturday off the

antacid bunnies ,off dust

off soup off cigarettes’

gaseous wallmart cornoff

dynamic fluidity in the

eyeball off asparagus

shifting off disturbance void

or off chance or off urge

or fish sleetoff’s fragmentary

“guidance” off determined dis

turbance chickens off

the rover evacuated in the

watches off your eyeball

off your dog’s fuzzy storms

popoff fragmentary snow

sausage off the pressure

light reinvents the morning

off

With chunks from Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 67, 2014