Wednesday, July 23, 2014

fósiles

cave-sopped face be
neath sooner than
an armpit ,reef below
.ah clouds pillowed
out the mouth nest
led fork hides
yr rising shirt the
horizonte was el
fin del aire o el
air agua era
amortajada en
las murallas
piedra caliza

  
...qui tangue et lève un noir beaupré.
- José-Maria Heredia





itchy leg

pleasant corn
flies a neck
cogotillo insec
tívoro ate
eye was th
rough next we
ek a coin
speaks d
ripping ear
dust g rumbles
in the closet

lunch and socks

  


sure

shame fog er
clam indu
cement the log
inside yr leg g
ristle an c
loud peels
yr fork re
growls the
tune in
fanticide was
is the bottle
buried in a
lake will
gun lo mismo
20 sweats a
yer las nu
bes alambradas
pasarán

swallowed




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hut

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