être

plan ear ent ificar

nor ant apt the wheel

entail the snore last

imado es timado

todo sirve para to

do me of sw eat sl

eep crackers start

to talk mmy ppis

tal es pistol fails

...in the street with

burger wrappers

  

My wrist is leaking.

- Edwin Birch

  

masticar

slabs the long pork

your screaming park

last hot meat a

phone greens lou

d gravel walk

the spiral mile

your dog fork

recomiste reco

miste                 )wet leg

correr del sud

  

eh ecatlan

es una negrura blanca tu

palabra sin sinsonte your

suitless lung es una band

era sin traje f lag spin e

che wing soup es un

libro exento de espinazo

breathless breeze across a

burning chair sin llamas es

un reloj sin cara con una

mano doble it’s the

wind in yaxTché the

wind your ear revolves

the T ik’ T ik’ T ik’

una blancura negra bar

king when yr face

falls through the book

“looks back through

scattered skull”

  

ingrin nigir ingerin

nigenir inig irrin

- Juan Eduardo Cirlot

la lag

lleg flag lleg flag lleg

flag lleg flag lleg flag

lleg flag lleg flag lleg

flag lleg flag lleg flag

lleg flag  ARÁ flag lleg

flag lleg flag lleg flag

lleg flag lleg flag lleg

flag lleg flag lleg flag

lleg flag lleg flag lleg

una

~eztli~

~book smoke book smoke book~

~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~

~book smoke book smoke book~

~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~

~book smoke  PETZLI smoke book~

~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~

~book smoke book smoke book~

~smoke bbook smoke bbook smoke~

~book smoke book smoke book~

≈oztotl ≈

 

tzontecomatl

œye inside my neck a

floater blinks the falling

corn or frame si

new what nothing

seed was breath will rises

from the bowl ah bl

ood-spl ashed h and ins

ide my ey(œ) !  neck y

ou saw was seen was

tassels drooling in the

comalli’s eastern wind a

hhead clclatters on the

eemptty rroad   d

...tetl...

  

tossing on a sea of

copro pulcro útil para fuego

irredento PLUGS THE

EAR yr fart faucet SH

AKING IN THE STORM

//ear against the wall  &\\

yr gristle understanding ah

I ran yr woods plumbing

through fossil rain ,tiempo

habilis picking up a stone

you were picking up A

STONE the blistered Te

mplo de los Nichos con sus

o j o s acuosos humeantes

red shells quivered on the

throat your turd your

TURD you SAID

  

...je meurs, je meurs sur toi...

- Paul Valéry

  

the rat hymn

por un rato muerto

the mail box fog

the gravel shirt jus

t dr ink just s

pill the

floating chair

your hair your steak

  

En bas roule et gronde le fleuve...

- José-María de Heredia

feed the map

letters wind bleak sword be

came running water writing ma

chine sock feast’s melted hoe

out on the beach half one tex

t half the other’s roof hair

sleight of mind turns the page fr

ame on conveyer belts floo

ding future explicatic blood

spheres of perfection two halves

of human organ ism vacuum

scissors litter ,dead fish st

ench head is heavy spits out

books door cramps future sac

rificial rites plays and poems

maps foetid chance on bed

of mown grass feed into the

machine roots doors weather

fangs worn from heaving in

visibly in the pages of their

own sweat’s ocean word-rinds

passing language time half

dead leaf juxtaposition choice

genuine chant absorbs the d

arkening flight darkening f

light darkening flight pro

vides the result’s embedded

proportion of diagonal suck

tides beneath the sm

all white pebbles shifts

the result milk in a few

minutes

aloft

- window rotting at the far end of creeks -

- William S. Burroughs

Hack of Jim Leftwich, Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 83, 08.11.14; Ivan Argüelles, “orphic cantos”, 95,

2014; and William S. Burroughs, The Ticket That

Exploded, “writing machine”, Oliver Harris edition, 2014.

yaxché ,fog

warm door ,your f

alling shoe’s frag

rance wallows in my e

ye your emptied dance

next week returns a

drunk lake green st

one t urning in a Tree

piedra abierta la pie

dra es belta da i

gual descalza te das

vuelta y vaila la

muerta y baila

  

Dorment les pas que j’ai perdus...

- Paul Valéry

itzpetzli

tumba linda where ah

clotted fork twists in

silk will was pen was

pen :shut lunch luc

k and pork re vealed w

as water turning over s

lowly was a centipede ~≈~

smoke rising tongue the

blood spattered page will

so aked for weeks the bb

owl rorotation at your

feet the book b lackened

mirror you saw your mask

you saw your mask its

tt attered llips

  

las cosas se hacen facsímiles

de mis alucinaciones...

- Julio Herrera y Reissig

gafas

la vulgarsation de la bombe

atomique - Jacques Prévert -

the last ebola war just s

have your feet cut your

pockets off lens rolls

into weeds behind the

parkinglot inmensidad de

nubes - José María Heredia -

el peso de su spade thrown

off crumbling steps door

breathing in the evening wind

golden frame crumpled in

the stiffened mud

...nor rain...

the dripping

turd cloud turd cloud turd

cloud turd cloud turd cloud

turd cloud turd cloud turd

cloud turd cloud turd cloud

turd cloud  FLOOR cloud turd

cloud turd cloud turd cloud

turd cloud turd cloud turd

cloud turd cloud turd cloud

turd cloud turd cloud turd

ffork

  

W

M

Mouth Wall Mouth Wall Mouth

Wall Mouth Wall Mouth Wall

Mouth Wall Mouth Wall Mouth

Wall Mouth Wall Mouth Wall

Mouth Wall  URINE Wall Mouth

Wall Mouth Wall Mouth Wall

Mouth Wall Mouth Wall Mouth

Wall Mouth Wall Mouth Wall

Mouth Wall Mouth Wall Mouth

WoMb

leaned way out

see the wall blablaeo for

tunal sin lentes sin mar

tillazo ladrigrimal mur

alla emplumada con mi o

jo con mi brick risen from

an open trench huesudo

weltered and my chch

atttered lunch drowning

,watered ,dreamed was

smoke impaction sweaty

in the ccold ccut grgrave

tronar ,garagafagal

I left

little fungus ,elder ant

erior re section where

the claw re refigures la fi

gura lo que te dices

no entiendes que la vida

es recuerdo de la muerte

little tongue little rabbits

little cancers in the air

were gnats que des

inflarán eran pulgas

fleeing the corpse fle

eing the se vered ey            e

flying toward the charred

garage door

  

...il enfonça habilment deux doigts

de la main gauche dans l’orbite et

tira l’oeil...

- George Bataille

la forma del humo

cielo grisgris I have to

pee my window’s thro

at intension’s tiny house

returns re turns sin

bird slactivity sin l

ack EXTEND THE

THR ONE de fren

chfries shrivelled in

the llawnn I saw the

M I saw the W I

saW the Mouth the cca

anines gleaming in your s

pit

  

L’urine est pour moi...

- George Bataille