Thursday, April 10, 2014

the haw

THE glander slope sk
ull THE suit THE
slope shutter where
yr filed suit doc
uments THE was is
nagging THE ,analfabeto
THE roasted shoe
falling down THE hill
crowned with floors
)my wriggling dream(  T
HE or TH E a cr
own a swallow off
al THE THE THE
shutters open in THE
fire

“wrapped”



THE
-Martín Gubbins






hu

utter neck
cloud

‘dri’bbl‘edr’ibb‘le ‘

fist ,sink


 

crwn

swallowed cheese
gnats ‘ í’n’ ‘ ..m.i.s.t....

the throne

  

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sure was
were’nt
?

mail it
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ok

  


la chair

 hain
‘t
s
ticky
is’t

)nor a wallet

)nor your sky

  


fell from the boat

bush ,and lake c rust
,where ,on ce dry ,the
drunken st one with’s
silt’s cr owned , my hand
,in the scummy dr ink ,re
aches not hing but algae
,green on the corpse’s
tongue, jade and dense
,tho fervent ,kudzu
toward the sun ,a mu
ddy coin drags my p
ocket down ,on the dist
ant shore a sudden fl âme

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