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




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Wednesday, June 24, 2015






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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

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runted shirt shsh
oft the towel towel
burns in window
is yr eye aclose
in shshade's t
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La       fe       nê       tre
- André Breton




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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

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aving sky was fog
leg thump beneath
the bench grave
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No empieza en mi sueño sino en el sueño
- Roberto Bolaño

Thursday, June 18, 2015






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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




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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




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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






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eat beside the
ramón tree less
er fruit shines
inside the mist
your leg your
leg above the
drips ,step




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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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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




the soup writ up

s crawled in the c
ave your head stone
clicks beside yr thought
a foamy tube a
dish of rice or ,maggots
drop off yr spoon said
war said trees
burning on a hill s
aid lentils f ill yr y
ear





choose wisely

ruts and cloister
your neighbor phone
a rat ingestion
plate nor river
like the pustule on
yr neck a
foot