evacuar la panofobia

en el lunfardo neurológico where

the mountains played a part a

part of the sleepish book tri

cyclic teeth with a pillow

in my eye where gaterio quiere

decir cagarse en los colchones

stiff with polyphonic dirt and a

listing mind of gates bang

ing in the wind’s cuadro

phonic invoice saunters sin

ninguna modificación histológica

neither illegitimate syntax nor

melted stone placed at the

entrance of your historical

limits the lim its of your burning

pages ¡Cagarse!!! laboratorio que

cada uno lleva abajo in the

lilt fire’s deceptual in di gestion

)address of limits where something

white forms around the flittered

mouth(  what c age c latters in the

neigh borhood what thin rope

of sal iva del hombre con guarda

polvo blanco del comité or snake

lapping blackness toward the con

tour window’s isolation in the other

saus age world where dried mus

tard’s crackling on the walls a

center piece for hours the smoke

de bajo del chaleco an eternal

si lence

With waters and fog from Ivan Argüelles’

“ilion, lamda”, 2014; Jim Leftwich’s Six

Months Aint No Sentence, Book 95, 2014;

Omar Viñole’s El Hombre que se Depiló la

Ingle, 1900; and John M. Bennett’s flittering brain.