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montaña hueca con su

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wet time yr half a

leg soaked with cloud

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parque con el ba

surero’s gaze across

the paths the under

nostriled dog or

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acted porque sí por

qué por qué los

puercos con los

ojos blindados con

fusiles parque en

los despertados des

gastado que ni los

sueños olvidarán

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pens rana des

pierta sueño en

tablado abrirá

la hierba was the

squirming in yr

soup uh bowl

ash es

look

my dreamt frog shadow

language corbelled was

my skull entwistic

fog planation ,shorts

and shoes the clumpy

sort thick with mud

where’s foot should be

yr gentle swallow ,mar

row’s last and followed

in the sea

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smoke lies low

best ial ,intimismo ,frog

redadaction en el lalago

mimitigante like or like

yr foggy lake rumor

rumortal y cricristalino

circling in the glass yr

thunder mumuffled’s in

mistulanza ,micturhaba

,what’s soggy in my

popocket

fist of sandwich

found before the

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niffs the cor n

Crownd Sound

bandaged hand

wear the Sank Fog my

dusty radio wore

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pee in the fry pan

mouth im

paction just off

sleep beneath the

table tell the

legs your tongue

left off tell the

socks your break

fast plans all

yr mouth could

hold ,scut

off toward the

door and bark

off off off

cheese

t owered ro of dit

ch yr ff iled g ate

rid ge of me o

ff off a came

ra yr mou th lens

eye e ye

should shape

blunt ugly or

yr knowl a dun

pout

the rain leaks out

tall lock's cage

noir one nor too

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lugar inlibre

l'eau dans les prisons du

ciel ma ligne de merde

“je suis libre” mentiroso s

oy je ment lie down

the stairs avec le luxe

de la peste la fin libertée

de mon visage la cara

enjaulada comme de l'air

del libro ininfinito de la

brisa brisée my wwords

mis papalabras mes paroroles

like padlocks on the sea sous

la mer ou il n'y a rien à voir

ou los labios laboran a

l'horizon des fuites el

horizonte del humo de

todo lo dicho de n

ever thing's said dis moi dis moi

Avec des fragments de “Ligne Brisée”

de André Breton

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palpita en el viento

the egg before it

fry lurks under sur

face a swivelled mask

gun combs the door am

monia below your lint

el's bookish sea dr

ools around the fr

ame gnats and blood

snails writ in smoke

cliff's ax snakes

jut out beneath the

bed beaks or pock

ets change clangs for

m rushing up the

basement make 'em

scrambled hollow

soap b roke ,thund

ered leaf on the grave

l intes tines sp read

minutes clatter in your

phonetic units forks

thrust up the anus the

window's zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

night song an ancient n

erve pulses in the road

...el corazón es una hoja...

-Pablo Neruda

3 voices: John M. Bennett; Jim Leftwich,

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 107, 2015;

Ivan Argüelles, “anabasis xiii”, 2015.

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come were

were the boiled pen sp

atter meant was s

patter will my throat

re duction boils dotted

down my ch est im

ation but tons were

will boiler hens will

moulder in the fridge

their putrefaction text

the flame I knew the

flamed will come

ch  ee

motivo del mole

por quería ,el plato

funambulesco con su

puerco chanchón con

su cáscara pibil y

un pulmón pleni

tudinario sin mis pa

labras la faseología

del códice manchado

que en el bolsillo

trasero me te llevo

pa’ que sepas lo

que yo no sé pa’

que me comas la lex

ografía no más la

grafología de mis

frijoles chamuscados

...cochinito...

the outer sings

“sweaty fork”  last crip

pled sword the intenta

tive matrix ,cash ,sco

wl’s shadow crawling on

yr leg ...or saw the d

rip stroll the went cloud

the  ...inentomology scitt

ering toward the lake

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oot  ,ss  aid  a  long

the beach..............................................

the eats

sent the sweat in columb

ered where yr f lopping

arm ingestion deingested

ah smarmy fantod b

lundered  !esperpento co

melenguas y tus cojo

nones left the blank

,yr raised hand yr pers

perpication of the  dust

swirling in the corners

of the laundry room

la sangre

oucher shad ow ow wind

engagement de tu sombra’s

outer flameout or the

silence in your screaming

flameout knot’s your iso

lation isolation habit tw

itching in the basement in

the base ment of that upper

room a coiled turd

high in a windy tree

...mute ,and stones.

la sangre

oucher shad ow ow wind

engagement de tu sombra’s

outer flameout or the

silence in your screaming

flameout knot’s your iso

lation isolation habit tw

itching in the basement in

the base ment of that upper

room a coiled turd

high in a windy tree

...mute ,and stones.

le sable d'une femme oubliée

names in the shirtless sand

tout paradis de snakes si

mmering in the lamp n'est

pas perdu como caca o

nariz raíz y lago dans le

cristal des ruines donde

voy sin ID sin mano y ¿qué

hago? dans une horloge

phosphorescent a sideways

window under water stone

qui dit minuit qui dit

chevelures chevelures the

chains of clouds mes images

¿soy yo el paraíso? nuit

que décalque les coqs

rustling in your legs

yr sleeves yr flaming chair

c'est ici c'est ici la

fiebre in the wings of grass la

fiebre flushed down the throat

of the book

3 voices: John M. Bennett,

Ivan Argüelles (“anabasis vi”), &

André Breton (“Tout paradis n'est pas perdu”)

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coloRectal

bull horn and hammer

blast ed dog mm ist

open the fridge

never say teeth

when lucky linguini

fits your chin it's

a glad wrap matter

like your barking at

the wall gnats just

say just say it's yr

cancer talking

enough already

were the tale of stone

waters calved the br

oke shirt beat of wh

whirling in the gate its

nest convection stirs

the foam sails the b

one yr shorter spoon

comp acts ,hhalved the

clclock ggrinding in the

ssoup you yyakked a

bout all nighttt

every drink a bomb

master flotsam combed

,what passage necked

,or necked the hose

flopping out the door

,toss yr shoes and

bandaids take a

drink collect your

sopping shorts ex

plain the bratwurst

to your water