“al filo del agua”

su dar me he

,en poltrado ,su

bido por la es

calera asemillada

de piedras oculares

no he visto no he

pis ado r no

de un diente di

ente en cada ojo

pues ,la tormenta urge

cuando te tocas la cara

sopa seca en

tonces ábreme la

boquita dicharacha

swivelled from's

teeth yr tecolote

insipidation raise

your clam raise

your it's like nothing

said enton ces ar

ab rir ol vída lo

open door the slam

shape collapsant on

him mort all a

“time” 's lun

ch crow ded

flowing gut ter

spells the outer core

was corazón endeble

dung con vection

louder sandwich

c lay's about

half singing

lunch is ready

nest of faucets circ

le toward yr

jerking leg those

gerbils quiver in

yr shoes why

kick the book

why cut the bun

yr sammich drives

turn on the hose

run and bray

open the window again

heh k heh k w

rap the beans

in yr shirt

say it's crawling

off the table

what Mr. Lunch

drops in yr shorts

La cara en el Lago Petén Itzá

I struck the ph one

the lake's lung a

grass forgets air th

inks thru tiny holes yr

busted foot cloaca

del cielo mes doigts

iluminés comme sand

thumb can't hold no

thing can it hold tu

lengua agusanada

cómetela it's good

muy rica

black grease coats the current

combs the rusty sh

otgun puluation

anthrostomy nor

sotbags sink a

long the river d

usty flowers

drop and drop yr

sweaty leg yr

single eye yr

blank et soa

ked with hymn

was playing in the dirt

feel my neck or

tonsil lost behind

a truck your fog

appeared was tr

ounced was f

lummoxed was a

crushed potato c

hip behind the

davenport what

giggling priest re

framed yr lex

icon – laps e of

words – mirrored

at last returns

feel my face fee

l my grand indention

f eel my toothy

shadow hyperventilates

hhh behind hu garage

your head on a plate

darling laundry nape

for me im portant

shale c lankking in

your dryer shadow

of a fork you tw

ist for me ist

for ,you                 ?

the darker torque

steeper sweat than tool

creep beside the sandwich

yr outer tongue a worm

ttwitching in the riverr

where yr apt to thin

smirks and weeps

let combs reply

let gas inspect

yr doubled wallet

nodded in the sheets

dice foundation

whose voice is that opening

o ping escapes there news a

half knee diffe ning in

shape gene from here and

when does it begin un

end rescapes such plywood

of the brain's hemisphere

left right frot amerio

grits ladder identical

to jihadists and the

broken paper dirt dia

lectic halved by each mar

riage soup controled her feet

entity dazzles slate job

unexfully eployed make

words in the grass fish drone

re leased a sadistic tire wind

held forth the “parnassian

ridge” in their little soap con

sciousness )worn in the

hair( collaboration rip

ens in the word floods

philology of corpses o'goose

sir slackers absorb man

agement's appliance poetry

lifted high from the blinding eyes

Chattering through Ivan Argüelles'

“anabasis xxxviii” and Jim Leftwich's

Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 114.

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urine

scratch it off

it ch is sue ,“ash

blown from an empty s

leeve” yr neck

f laps ,or's s pee ch's

sticky cob b ,w

here yr teeth's left the

,bog hand raised ,w rote

the door ,or wind ,w

as nothing ,and said was

to rn

- urine shadows in the gutter -

- William S. Burroughs

nodding past the worm

fog my belly

inout hales kee

p nos trill be

fore the seed

your dead lake

crawls

in doubt the snore

issue the rice

k not kkkkk paw

s make a sleeve

bowl lobster and a

rake the dead hair

s lave a way

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meat shadow meat shadow meat

shadow meat shadow meat shadow

meat shadow meat shadow meat

shadow meat shadow meat shadow

meat shadow AIR shadow meat

shadow meat shadow meat shadow

meat shadow meat shadow meat

shadow meat shadow meat shadow

meat shadow meat shadow meat

w i n d

bobocanada

afónico me miré la

cara la cara col in

humada afónico me

puse la cazuela como

gorra afónico me entré

como agua en el agua co

mo agua en el fango a

fofónico me toqué la bar

riga la babarriga inin

finitesimal o inintestinal

aafónicos mis huehuevos

mis huevos huehuevonados

y afónico escuché la

cuchara vavacía que se

acercaba que se acertaba

bacía acia mi boca

lapse bark

down sn arl d

oor's chew an

g ate aflation s

pend the core uh

floor b ent

seen yr dog

ch sh

cheap cheese your

laundry gate up

heaval in the dryer's

glander fog arc k

nife's re coil er ection

mea t et s wallow

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For Volodymyr Bilyk



 
The Ts ought to be in a block, not a line,
but it's kind of interesting this way

sand , mouth

, shadow , coil , milagro ,

, swollen , gnat , theft ,

, light , other , mask ,

, towel , gravel , bury ,

, door , letter , head ,

, F , aile , always ,

, mist , missed , mistaken ,

, chasm , law , stone ,

,

For Ivan Argüelles

ice time

cheese his gland de

livers crown of bacon

and a peeler sand

wich eats his hand

:breath rope ,intub

ation ,fecal focus

on the steaming pile

ectoplastic ,embol

ism ,fortress of

ebola and a

swallowed neck

sp utter a way

liebster groin d

ust dichter

dri thhigh

your Buns

a North

engage the suit

mm ild dd oor

let you

enter out

an be an fog

aw snore

run instead ,bait

knob wriggly after

user team the

bent lunch was c

old my mines g

ravel ed blood ,

uh ice cap

e ver , eve r

N

choke leg

his leg chchoked even the

mud's torrid phone thing Re

member storms ideas today

the thing's mood plunder hap

pening tongue takes place

you “isolate” the shape

less drain dialects pl ace

takes pl today our voice rem

ember o pened doubt the

sticky rug gram mar sl

ashes chil dren's spatial org

an allowed uh place between

it self “the” thing museum

leaves and swirls ah

plundered icon por lo

menos take it to valiente

Aquiles' hidden mea dows

me mory its elf the th

ing Today the Thing to

day becomes la playa

mood clogged beside it

self bes ide itse lf

the a moment's grooves

comían loto pues a

the d reamer's eye tal

king at tha congre

gation sur rounded br

eathing surr ounded thea

thing to dismemb er bags

of feet uh bag ofeet uh

rag uh

Four voices: John M. Bennett,

Ivan Argüelles, Jim Leftwich, Homero

epifanía

h andle that m

ore dust r

ises in yr nnos

trill slam the

door h oppen

,fog a hoy m

is piernas es

tancadas xca

da c una

indo L

dr ink uh sw

eats fog f ile

ou ter g ore

outer gor e

wr ought er

w ake s

yr L e g

usher in the mattered mouth

abuser cheese yr s

opped throat swims

change yr clutch of

time retrains yr

leafy sink what's

corn was foam nex

t week I screened be

fore the fridge a

c lot re duction ,sw

ollen m ilk f ill s up

o t ears o tear s yr

impale the sh out

canned uh tun a s

troke yr broke Sh

ape deMand a

V Vote

water teeth