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.