Saturday, December 20, 2014

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.


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