the chair

roof detamination and ,p

antsless ,behind the dump

ster ,slime and gnats

,the doubted clouds re

gather in your eye’s

repellant ,or whine of

heated steel ,writ ,like

yr shirt’s ,with’s end

condition ,time redacted

,in the outer air where

yr never’s skirts ,ch

offing the mildewed b

un replied ,the ghost of

sausage in its pleats

and folds ,your textual

hat in the sky once s

ailed ,falling on your back

Porte sourde! - Fenêtre aveugle!

- Théophile Gautier

  

the steam

the piled legs the heads

were where or ,d ot d

ud pl  ...ease of coughing

...in the shadow  ...where the

bright sweat spills  ...and

all yr garbanzos derr

amados  ...the pants are

where the  ...doubled

spoon wanders in the c

loset

              a h kk ch ew            t

 

the was

lept before the sc

reen  )ti me sn ore(  s

lave of llightht a cree

ping ,shaving ,formed w

as boiling aairr  ...))c

loud kknott(((...  ))door

dust.....(  ...stum bled a

cross the street...  wh

ere

           ...the ]lock[ burns~...

the book

spending the door or link

which ,sorta swallowed

what the door rescinded

was the link to spending

all the commas or the

rebar of your lovely

coma was that slos

hing in the wall be

hind the sink where

yr sock was lost wh

ere the sink your

eye inhales fills with

soaking snapshots of

your prion face your

prior N apping was

the wall that’s cr

ashing in yr cra

nia like a drunk a

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