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.​