Friday, June 26, 2015
the tissue
the
dream of sleep is the
sleep
of dream is the
dream
of toenails
lifted
from their beds is
the
dream of peels and
senots
the dream of maerd
swirling
in a golden bowl
with Bibiana Padilla Maltos
the letter
the dream of C. Mehrl & John M. Bennett
is a dream of flashlights sinking
in the sea a ship sails back
ward drawkcab speaking
through the faucet falls
from your mouth
coughing in the
clouds deep
in a cave
with Bibiana Padilla Maltos
with Bibiana Padilla Maltos
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
the floor
the dream of paint is a
dream of gutters full of
flies bees walking across
a roof a penis sails
over the chimney an
airplane sighs on the horizon
with Bibiana Padilla Maltos
the fluxus leg
the dream of Mark Bloch is
a dream of a warehouse of
blank books a lens
hangs from the ceiling it's
a dream of a rabbit standing
on hind legs in a bedroom
thronged with naked women
with Bibiana Padilla Maltos
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
osteoporosis
sees the clay uh g
runted shirt shsh
oft the towel towel
burns in window
is yr eye aclose
in shshade's t
ongue dtried frogg
La
fe nê
tre
-
André Breton
the bed
the dream of driving a car
could be the dream of a
rope coiled in your pants
the dream of a coin
falls off a cliff is maybe
your dream of a river
flowing into a cave
with Bibiana Padilla Maltos
escupir
boom shirt was he
aving sky was fog
leg thump beneath
the bench grave
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ai ai r sp read
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umb gress 's
nadaficante inclemENTal
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No
empieza en mi sueño sino en el sueño
-
Roberto Bolaño
Thursday, June 18, 2015
for Bibiana Padilla Maltos
the clock
the dream of your home is
the dream of laundry was the
dream of incandescent shorts
a well beneath the basement
a dream of shit and flowers
from all the
streams at once
a fort of h ash of
grrunting bricks
sorta claylike wh
ere yr face col
lapsed ,gaping
door the fog so
loud my teeth
cracks below the
brim a pause re
gresses that's it
a language with the
rats removed
En
el río las niñas lavaban sus cabellos
con
orines fermentados...
-
Gloria Dünkler
mist nor mist
les yeux dans sa poche
como dijo André B con
una moneda partida en
dos a log or gun my
porcine neck my lint
tangled in a fork
2 legs a hole
the
crowded lake
Monday, June 15, 2015
I
was sitting up
sidong
op I was el
viento
thickens on
the
highway I was
sidong
dong mi li
bro
reinfantil the
wind
I ate re
cubierto
in la aispir
ina
en la dulcinea
de
mis lihbros no
importa
dos los
ojos
que se me
han
perdido
it
nab
ore wha na bor see
said
un make emb er go
nameic
,held the nug gut
for
a face
end
the log
buy
a stool
fake
yeah
,fucker
the
business gang the
get
your ass afflagged
shamedust
or dr
ibbled
langwedge
– slick
behind the boat –
a
fistule knot a
dunglike
mystery
Thursday, June 11, 2015
right there's
where
crawed metal or
un lung deb ate
the outer sock
instead a
dorm an ant a
fuely sleep re
turns and
c langs its
breath awakens
in a door
heard coughing
in the ruins
s lip fog cow
ard ent sw
eat beside the
ramón tree less
er fruit shines
inside the mist
your leg your
leg above the
drips ,step
open and close
open and close
user the ,of gusts
unscore off f lame
re tension smelt
back in what
lose you will wh
at leg will frozen
lapsed my talk
re slabbed the
dr ink will leak
thought's welter
turn to wind
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
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blood my night
each the door each sp
ent ity foot I you sp
at each each time a
hole floor you I ra
ined it flet like sh
oe n trance ic b
all o smoke the
hhinge oh d reamy
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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
inhale and stop
if dust ,if wind ,less
form than thought ,if
thought had breath ,what's
lost past clouds ,or
mind's reversed polarity
,or endless exposure ,a
silence that ,in's sound
,moves ,a fish outside
the tub ,if tub were
air ,could shape the
face ,were lost in hair