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la soma la sopa lo m

ismo su ente ritis - fl

ojera f áctil - o más

cara que me puse la mu

ñeca que era la cuch

ara de mi boca los pár

pados de mis di

entes ya se abrirán en

la cueva de tu barriga

el soroche la sombra el

sobar del suelo supin

terior el agua que se a

bre en lo dicho me diré

la silla la sarna el

sueño del cartón

el tenedor

s  urge

luck the snake en

tails the fork out

mouth sunk

luck into his s

poke n mou th ref

raction tongued

fork in vention’s

wind to come

was skin the snake

fought off and

left the tree his

swollen shoe an

empty gutter

wind re  turns

f  lickers

vor

crystal in yr rule sp

oon washing final

week ago the doll

ar dent ash was

left the laundry me

abrirá the coin del

día fut fugaz il ah

the face ts g lint

yr sandwich dri

bbled on yr sh

orts will emptied

of its meat

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ky clouds s poke

s tool s hot me

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mana pas ada

pas du cercle

clouds me di

jeron fono ha

blado hab larás

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de tact o hue

so in flag rante

d rifting in the

su it que vas

a ca minar

b  g  one

grunt on the book

he he he un l

ess the dog re ca

ckles was a ch

chickcken s lick wit

ti me or ,pal e

loo mer in the d

ark kitch en

doscopy of yr si

lent bar king

flail and slime indented

fish and glue

is there a need to revive who

says the country sinking in a

pool with all its form or inch

masks and soups or plungers

thumping the drain was sand at

body's end possessed with

puppets or by the wooden teeth

splintered into great shafts of

echo echo torsion crumbles

your history's granite shit large

across the dogma flies and

rabbits obsessive ether swirls

in the gravity in the rash of

air your crowded lungs im

pulse reverie lipped in the

muddied glass window cl

ouded with birds or sk

eletal angels lacking eyes l

acking eyes the parallel

lines diverge come to a

point or seismic archaeology

raving next a tiny lamp whose

shoes open with a yawn your

furious knot defenestrated re

mains in weeks your earth

flickers with linoleum f

lickers with the edge of

thought I convected

through yr crumbled stasis

was the sandy axis where

“in reality I'm sitting here

playing a banjo and talking

to a goose” Blaster Al Ackerman

Interjective discourse through

Jim Leftwich's Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 104, 2015; & Ivan Argüelles' “anabasis i”, 2015

tonsil karst

drain the elevator resides

in the present key the

tense leg fibrillates be

neath the blanket wounded

by that forklift's mapless

clues in the dusty distant

tortilla barking chews a

lens your sleeve just sw

allowed snub-nosed circus

between the air exhaled

between yr eyes o th

robbing tonsil inside the st

one's little voices eyelised

toesolve nail gitive shudder

in the restless foliage where

that sprayed echo s s

leeepss ttooth sweaty

in the lightning cc avity aim

yr tttongue and groaning f

aucet's not the language

evidence not the ether

crackled in yr yawning

thunder on yr knees a

loss of touch and radish

drown the lake drown the

lake yr anaerobic entrance

insistent ice frozen

tickets that exploded Bill Lee

against the screen your br

eath the ology laughed wet

down the stairs

Interjective discourse through

Jim Leftwich's Six Months Aint No Sentence,

Book 105, 2015; & Ivan Argüelles' “anabasis ii”, 2015

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Thanks to Ivan Argüelles

the taste of dogs

it's your tooth re

canted ,said the

hurt fell off your

b rain a need le

,melted in the soup

,caps the fog your

runny neck inhaled

)uh outer skin a

cross your face was

sewn(

the chewy sidewalk

sieze the g runted f

ace re structured s

and wich frothed yr k

nife yr mouth was

full the escamoles t

urning in yr cheeks

such hhheadache ch

urns such formic

ataduras stinking in

yr pockets

                                                             in yr pockets where the dr ink

air is water

the nnape of snnore yr f

latter gaze õ õ con

densed drowned in air or

cabellera inútil de los mu

ertos que vivimos

,son co gotes donde la

sangre salta ssalta co

mo ssnakes with facing jj

aws .aw ssleep aw c

lean ,an dawdled in

yr leg

neck

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go in go out

yr shoes ,retell the

clock ,yr flapping

hands ,or fingers

lost the lace ah

empty fog ah house

so full ,were kicking

at the roof ,where a

stream of smoke sn

snakes down thru the door

coughed in the mask

the meat ,my leg ,its w

hole direction ,rust ling

wind ,atent ive storm

,or clue if clue a b

linking were ,your s

haven face ,st inking in

a g rave ,stains your

shirt :and dribbles

on the p late

inflamed and legible

pock finger ,et dimology l

eft behind the book a

wheezy corner ,apt to

lake or ,crystallize the

shoes your hand is shed

,but walking on the

sky .your muddy th

umb your oily nose

your metered page

f olded at the spine

oil spreads on the pillow

the inner clang ,if

voice was kite ,eff

ort was to sleep what

sleep was not ,a hub

cap clattered on the

curb ,if edge your

speech ,outside the

wheel ,turning in your

throat ,was louder than

the snore

found the fistula

my spelling ,if combed ,re

sistance finds ,or lunch in

shreds ,the molars' sleep

nor words' deglutination's

fakery slows ,was hair rest

rangled in the drain ,just

grease seeped out .were

l e t t e r s clust ered

in the cheek ,if spat ,were

hot and sticky in your hat

la mAdre pAtria

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lagunAzo

With C. Mehrl Benett & Fabio Doctorovich

the drifted tavern

m ourning f lood my ran

cid loot and sweat p olarity

pit ched from the a cid boat a

mmufffled spsplash drowns the

headlights d azzled corn field

s tirred by whwhirling crows sh

apeless sky luminescent serif

on the watery skull the ROARRR

RRRRRR fish language itches in

yr neck made of flight and

wounds the vanished sounds yr

throat reforms ,trash re

fused ,mud boiling on the hill

name dirt doubted on the dri

bbling mirror your fever chain your

wheel in constant dust and e

lectric oils scratching in some

hummocks rutting in the pines

in the flaming boot cocoons

,or books heated in your spinal

street I saw the ot her saw the gl ass

st one saw the ri ver f all into a cave

3 voices: John M. Bennett; Jim Leftwich's

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 103, 2015;

& Ivan Argüelles' “alterumswissenchaft vii”, 2015

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spoon

peel the water

clut ,clottered sp

ring skin loose

feet loose hands

máscara de tomo

ensangrentado es

blut es tod es

el mero mero

mero que me cum

plo lo que tus

aguas que tu

agua no me

rerespira

second hand

sped across the text

ure ref olded c loud

gnatter it chy f lag s

pouted from my ea

r from my e ar a

g un shitting at

my throat across the n

est yr shroud sold ex

plosives burst across

the TV moths flounder

in the soup just

lift the spoon

lift the spoon the

crowd behind the

wall thins out is

gone yr insection’

eats ,linty in yr

mouth

por la tarde el zotz

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me puse las piernas

fomento tormenta ,fisgón in

útil que me abre la boboca

:peldaño fósil y mis pies in

invertidos inversos .comilón

que en la lluvia se despierta

- tan obvio es – que no

me calzo el pantalón .un

té que en la lluvia se hu

mea y me meo mero .fus

ilánime me caigo , y como el

aire me duermo desfértil

gorra de plátanos

ay la peluca tuerca desturbulario

,que semilla hundida era no ,si

ablabarca fuera ,o cloacavera des

pelado ,del pelambre del olvido del

ovolvido ~~ culebrita caracacomida ~~

)mi lencgua mamachacada( ,si el

labio se me tornara no ,ni sale

un chochorizo ,alba hackada ,con

ojo tecolotero que al revervés

veía y me puse la cuchilla me

puse la cáscara me puse la

gogotorra que me cegaba si

cegar es la letra vista en la

lejanía de la carretera ,lejía que

trina y trina ,que tri nadada es

Que corre, con un tos gongorino,

detrás del Macanudo Chimichurri

de Juan Ángel Italiano