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

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