mutt er flood

bleeding dog ,in the ,hoisted

park’s ddink fflag arf

ff fff ffff  the tire

closed its hole and slept

)your rounder foot and sev

ered( where the rope once

choked\\  clock in its

dust turns yr sav age

- soap and thought ,if th

ought could washedoff be -

:save the canine clittered a

cross the floor oh barker

barker cross the street

your illness churns cross

the street a hole conceals

  

...se llevaba en su rabo el poco

fuego sagrado que allí había.

- José Lezama Lima

​  

itztli

met last night the green s

tone s evered will my T

ongueless speech drips be

side the sliced tomatoes p

late I dropped my jaw the

caved in door spongy in its

mildew nests of ants and

bees THE DYING FOG

wallet drying on the

windowsill metastasized the

drunk clock stone  j

utting from its face

  

Cette morte apparente, en qui revient la vie,

Frémit, rouvre les yeux, m’illumine et me mord...

                                        - Paul Valéry​

itching

cheese and lint ,frag

rant cloud the storm’s

rat raft my neck core

you sh adowwoda  air

the mice contained

where yr laundry driz

zled wrapped around yr

spinal hose ≈ ~ ~  ~   ~

breathe ,rodentia ,teeth

,flag rant sock twists be

fore yr eyes rain cl

imbs the wall your ch

ewing your che wing your

chchewing mud risen in the

basement like yr ggristled neck

  

Tout ce que l’homme pouvait gagner

au jeu de la peste et de la vie, c’etait la

connaissance et la mémoire.

                                        - Albert Camus​

​ 

is it?

lovely ants the towels

fold in dawn stains

the window where her

fortress opens was a

cloud laundered up

the steps and turns

the air

dreams a lawn

                                        shouldered with a dick​