dream of the bus

your fogged fee d

tube branch stuck

ck in mud towel

you chew an arm

burrito from yr

pants buggy sc

once eleven’s

w all the w ires

tw ist d own

​ 

take away the tray

wha t aair fries

up the pale bed its

laundered groin its

its a or a the

flies regale aand

masturb ate the

racous finger p

ointed at the ciel

ing’s sheets ,tr

                                         embling in the light

​

​ 

why you wipe

cheap shadow lung

cornection uh was

convex at rincón

mis huevos teamed

divorciados fought

‘the smsmoke  .yr

ack tent ,somme

thing breath a

                                         ,lumpy stool

​

​ 

never said it

meddled glot

tus moronic

wealth accu

mulation so

to speech an

pee l the corn

redapted to

the b end of time

to yellowed sh

eets and hairb

alls in the s

                                         lipper

​

stumbled at the edge

hung from the tri

ology c ode nap

per make the b

us a langu age

ab surd sunb

urn mea sure por

ous group’s har

sh sh sh lung

shoe horn s cent

un labor’s inner

pour us gestures

at the mesh rose

across the acted

heritage throttled

meat sssssieling’s

anal aperture

socks and beans

the text peppered

with snooze sent

ence cathar it

ic packaging’s m

ass market roo

ster dancing on the

container ships

expent ant expec

torant ,bath er

dangerous exit

looks the bound

legs locked be

side the sw eat

mar kets ,thes

is g ate ,full lung

salt waste tic

tic tic the b

link volunteer

winds can think

o photo based the

sur face st ripped

of bulbs the very

fiction sleeps

late outskirts sh

are rejection rej

re turns execu rates

the gender shoes

wha herbicide

tooths the rest

au rant caged in

side the costumed snow

Shards of Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 88, 2014

balam de noche

lenticular foaming  .

nor seen the leg drink

howl inside a bowl a

dribbly skull and coff

eeeee ground s natch

lint from the fog yr

jumpy eye exhales  .

exhud es encia que

en la carne duerme o

en la carne despierta

no vi na da me es

puma

​ 

forget insurance

the operation lake

or pancreatic st

orm etido en eh

ecatl ducks the

beak yr ststrong

shoe returns ha

ha en filactic see

ps along the base

                                        board

​

reside and stall

should fuck sh

ould neighbors s

wallowed in the

sleeve you butt

oned up the m

oon flatter gl

ass ,return the

                                        chew it off

​ 

was coughing up

we ave un thr

oat meaties ra

in the thr

rot tling door

yr but t c raw

ls in ,ffoam

y at the bbel

t was ststickky

                                        at the tine

​

the lost sky

skin ha bits siempre

tan sucio the k notty fork

¿qué buscas? estás

para ser cosido dog

face whirling tape

déjame shoe mist ver

tiginous nights ,matar

desnudo como cuchillo

air is leaving ¿tiene

miedo? in a speeding

car shirts shot th

rough walls drilled

rebus en tu nieve

elada fuego and for

niture payments pat

ients de ceniza y p

olvo de empty pants

ser carnal del drunk

driving un retrato te

imagino Bolcan de la

chingada madre a

hat full of mud and

someone else’s skin

where the sky and sea

blow from a duck’s

beak all the talking

all the splen did

scripts not waking

not waking el huesso

es para la huessa y leyen

das de fuck you mas pa

sado como un higo

A Stew with Bits from Ivan Argüelles,

“rochester 23”, 2014; & Francisco de

Francia y Acosta, “Romance XI”, 1624.

​hush shhhh

the piano lake half

shot bacon maid

gleaming through the

shut sky unconscious

foyer durational vowels

uhconscious pages route

or anthill click click c

lick along the border

fluidities a region of

clothespins dust and

theater history dur

ational water tumbles

through the magnets

slime hill horses

navigate the floodplain

lots of splinters and

a ruined circle ,pink

invertebrates fixed

against the wind a

scattered word neo-

occupant refridgera

tor flame waste’s the

steps blaze yes yes

scattering yes scat

tering the 50 years of

milk fungus neoplatonic

puffball sleepwalking

at the top of the stairs

Made of Scraps from Jim Leftwich’s

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 87, 2014; & Ivan Argüelles’ “rochester 24”, 2014.​

MAR

ano uña ano uña ano

uña ano uña ano uña

ano uña ano uña ano

uña ano uña ano uña

ano uña CLAVO uña ano

uña ano uña ano uña

ano uña ano uña ano

uña ano uña ano uña

ano uña ano uña ano

ham mer

​ 

elbow

es peranza es en

domitis es en trante

lo de lo mesmo da

,lo do r mitante mi

tod un mumuerto el

egantísimo ,sismo ma

noseado de tu quijada

speech doblado en

tu cough jaw temp

le buried in the f

f  lags  .es ponen

cia es tornillo en

de dientes tumec

idos

...cap que ta poupe double...

                                        - Stephane Mallarmé​

​ 

elote de cara

bullt it et dim horloge

ology ah fog ah ffog a a

round my wwrist yr

b linkered tune ,bull

it’s ,breamed the ph

one leaned the c

rowd whine ,empty

neck ,cogote seethed

y regCocijo in the lun

chtime flood  .we

are ing the corn

                                        es mero ,depilado​

​ 

ssuit and ttie

another shut shoe the

future absence nnods nnn

ods at ththe fffffaucet

ay puella parked glass n

no llonger hhaiiiiir sn

snaggged in wrecked car’s

fragrant tongue smell

of young corn rioting in

the the ttomb of Pakal a

loud recision grblfxts

grblfxts the one di

dimensional grave “si en

la lejanía no se oía” (Lezama

Lima)

Littered with Aiyeee etc. from

Ivan Argüelles’ Rochester 21, 2014

 ​

John M. Bennett's Squiggles Reddened and Done Up by Baron

John M. Bennett's Squiggles & Baron

unless he says

really faster cl

awed the ssuit

re mention of th

ddripppingg ,w

ere yr s peed

s hoe f ills

the ground

borbotear

 

was exactive

my spoken head a

clustered face the sp

lintered frame moth

smeared on glass my

eye gas swswirls pp

penciled in the cage

em bolismo de  .lo b

barroco es ,mi sombra

emética a cuestas

 

​

steps outside and

suckt sh ort

icle yr kknot

lleft em my

my turnedt h

ead the 3

fog negcks b

ush were m

ules ,bush an

                                        b                   blood​

 

just dropped a coin

I was never not k

nocked ne ver me el

culo coiled retraction

sore nor kknew ,the

ept ,nor apt pa

laver all across

the zócalo pleni

lunar del sol ,

aft or fat ,

                                        the dark​

you swear off

eat your ha s sh

oken in the fork the

fork hot shoe exh

abitation of my piel

regates portento s

wells the glue the

glue recall los hilos re

call la pelusa con su

pelo serpentino is has

was is has the

bebegan the saw mist

​ 

the dimmer flame

leap an cheese the

tooth cracks in tor

ment the alpha boot

said q x brrr ha

ha re dampened ffog

an rrice  )the pu

zzle(  what yr neck’s

siezed what yr ton

gue      en         forcer

                                        ah bey see

​

​ 

substenido

mi entuerto epi

lepsioide ,tum

orfacto muerto

por las aletas

donde nada ví

el aire  .shirts

and lunch my

seeing half  .el

otro inmictusible

                                        ,flama del acqua

​

​ 

g round

hOle reached the nneck

ffog you d uh rink

wider sky ff

forks left

swwallows the spoke                                     

the wheel said​