Monday, March 9, 2015

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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