s  nack

hunch  a  cross  the

c   o   r   n

the fog was mute

cricket and cracker jack

  

I was?

I was mailing my face I

was drawling the list I

was crumbling on the bed

I was not an inch I

was coughing the phone I

was dripping on my shirt

I was not the soup I

wandered off

the combustion

este cristal aguarda the

white sea’s foamy st

airs lo bruto por boca s

wept the stilled fog sin

dientes the bright dream es

te cristal es pan disappearing

no venido piled in the dust

incandescent imagination

cuando lo fuerzan on the

flaming stage que ya no

tiene cariños animales bur

ning again y toma la horma

de los sustantivos plastered

on the wall wandering ink del

individuo incoloro pasado

overhead drilling the ears

y no dáse por ninguno de

los x-rayed ashes del cos

tado del spare intention

of the buried wood que por

boca venidera es shattering

the mown distances y en

cuanto transparencia es

silence sin dientes opposing

gravities y márchase a

hora fled from the park

Emerged from Ivan Argüelles,

“De rerum natura”, 2014, &

César Vallejo, “XXXVIII”, de

Trilce, 1922

the spit

bill ,an nneck a ,a ppill

‘’laundered ,b leak inflat

uation of yr ,plod tomb

.softer swell ,uh uh t

emple full of rice Worms

,yr p lunger ,boat sunk

,flagging clown where the

seat re jects the ,uh the

,twirling in the supermarket

                  “knotty beast  W   w