instant

if you paid the ear to

silence if you laid

your fan to rest the

after fluid then ,the

fleece of pages spitting

sparks and gnats would

if voice were water

,calms the deadness in

your clouded shirt your

towered fog streaming f

from the windows

nostril's face or soundless breeze

historia

choose ,o riot one ,in

labile balustrada que tu

cuerno se olvida not

remember will the chocolate

smeared across the wall

it is your toenail c lipper

pounding on the door a

chunk of grava que s

saboreas bajo la lengua

infoto te mueres infabulado

soma

imbécil ,si veces en

cumbre ,la sierra in

decible te pronuncia

nombre ,beso de p

intura acrílica ,ác

ida que vuelve sobre

mi brazo para dor

mirse en el sobaco ,il

uminado por el tigre el

sol

porcelana negra a fin de cuentas

the edge O

ton gue lad der er

mi me sh otless tur

d s teams on the

r oof yr ombl igo

gig gly in the g utter

¿por qué te comes el

intextino? ¿por qué

la l umbre inmestiza

te oscurece la cara?

foam y hambre ,run

g ants spell the

dandruff on yr hands

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i

in

int

inte

intex

intext

intexti

intextin

intextineOsteooooo

the hamburger A

ha baw soon re

dam aged lost the

shiny spoon yr

ch eek image s ought

yr squirrely as hole

,mitey dump vor

text ah laws di

gestion ~ crumb

ly ,windy face it

was ,a seed a

storm wings st

uffed beneath the

cara pace ~ ~ ~

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c

ca

car

carotaaä

the busy wind

l int s ky so f

âme le rien c'est

sleep 's u gar be

d's sw eat b ed's

wet w as for ks

und er she ets

wa sfo rks un der sh

sh eet

clou d s an whhheezzee

rain

dog eye dog eye dog

eye dog eye dog eye

dog eye dog eye dog

eye dog eye dog eye

dog eye FOGG eye dog

eye dog eye dog eye

dog eye dog eye dog

eye dog eye dog eye

dog eye dog eye dog

Cave

hang up

to hear this message

spit don't fucking

call my throat a

sewer swirls with you

your ought to say

the turn of knife

reveals a pebble

shivers in your

blood is that your

mess your age of

c rackly con

sonants dribbling

down y our ch in

n

n

n

utter musings

dense the d ark c

old yr fin g ered l

eg g as fixiation s

cores yr leapard s

leep yr h owling

door

síncope

b ladder l imp on

flood yr bl oody

cou nter top yr

arm f lopped t

here if arm w ere

eggpl ant onym

in air yr b oiling o

il lusion b lent

into the spee ch

a c lod yr d amp

la p eels wh

en lap's not

sun k's not

f lip ulent nor

tw itchy h and

to floo r it's fell T

.nor louder leg than st

roke

why faucets die

choose what nuts de

volved or detubation

if the chase were pre

lobotomized a

neck enhancement

when the fretted

voice never knew

the path a path

or path regur

gitated in yr emp

ty shoe the cho

ice returned emp

phatic c lock or

hamwich slot or

ball of sea or fur

nace for the bag

bag dangled in

your headache door

the lunch the lumpy mouth

the turquoise naked

my face the hum mu

ck s tick y in the

sullen fucking cross the

itchy stream's prim

ary erection fills

the grass where grass

was air or dribbled

ether of a minor leg a

slab where fucking

times the risen lustra

tion devised the sc

reaming beach of refu

gees or mercury wh

eezing in the breath

if breath a cup of

ants were wind lo

nging for the knives

rusty in a dist

ant library thick

with crickets and ins

criptions of fingery

death or fucking

While dreaming through

Ivan Argüelles' “The Classics”

ffo ffo

please collapsant ,ru

nning on the forkf thru

sed y nubes pedradas

could you sh ape the

rain or inhalationex ,en

dusted frog fades beneath

yr bbed ,when bedd recr

acked if breath were

sp lit or out the tine

s ,the flexive floor you

drank yr eyes up off

if if

ch ch

cheaper sneeze ay so

ak now ledgement yr

sole with gum s ticky

where the cancer watch

sez door if door w

ere 4 o'clock and c

lock were t rain r

umbles far across a

river dry and sp

lashing was the k

notted speech you

made a ,spat

tered hand before

your face

eese eese

anasazique

chew the red st one the r

ed ition st ink s ink in

to the s ánd ale la ca

bezona te h abla la

cacabeza te abre la

kiva crumbling beneath

yr desk it's fauce t

ime it's h our to c

hew the green st one the

g lanced s tone the

stone yr neck inhales

eey fforkk beneath b

lack cclay holds the

breath you lost the

brreathless sh ape yr

fog will take a rock

of air and nostril dis

appearance it's yr f

finger shore re grounded

en la ruina poblada de

tu ojo singular el ojo

plural te cae en el

basurero al pie de la

mesa ya comida o ya

cominada

steep dust

fort gas p pee l the

be e storm flow

er's left ay high

ash sky yr tent

actif swoll stings

the p late seethe ,w

as sting redlented

off the ass or

clouded pants no

rope or rings

,rings the sky of

crows ,caulks up

rain's towering st

one roller on

the cl iff if

path's relengua

chose yr snore

shorn yr snore an sickle

lunch

la tuerca la torta el sonido espiralizante del

jamón bañado de escupitazos los es

cupitazos pronunciados en el techo el techo

tumbado del mundo perdido que al revés

se alza en la plaza mayor sobre un montón

de libros quequemados libros y libros ay

sílabas de humo que de mi boboca

burbujan un ruido empapado susurrante

de todas las lenguas que se me han perdido

y trago el pan ahogado

porus & lexical

s un a sh adow kee

ps a legg tten tative

rock light s lid off o

ff the eedge de flect

ion corn ers b oil the

sleep glass boil the

be d's in version is

yr s kin's pert ruins

crumble in the lipless

cave or page eating

air or p age see s

ping through h air thr

u ta ch air la maison

du cul mination's d

ark photos of the

camera as it cl

atters on the floor yr

teeth bulging in an en

velope ceiling circles

down beneath your

feet the 7 directions

chaos in the center's

rain copulation there

is no other side the ot

her side's your falling

street your hand's the

rope swaying off the

cl iff

After Ivan Argüelles' El Sueño

onner

please contam inate o

ashole st ream hee

sakes the sw eat

burbly on yr ton gue

's aid cold chain

was nodding yes no

dding nno ticiero

del homicidio mas

acre menos ma l

el árbol vvuelve con

su coro insectívoro

sees the amanimation

you copended sieze

the flooded rope

juts out yr mouth

o s lashing dream b

b reaks the left w

hat yyou rreboi

led inside yr sh

irt yr shi rT

...page torn on dirty...

- James Joyce

camacama

el mar bajo la cama el

sueño bajo la cama el

grito de niebla bajo la ca

mama bajo la cama el tún

el que sube al cielo ba

jo la cama el humo el hor

no bajo la cama el la

berinto de un solo sendero

recto bajo la cama el

reloj de la cama escama

bajo la cama del coatl

olvidado que se acuerda

bajo la cama bajo la

cacama los pies mo

jados y los secos bajo

la cama tu gorra de

lluvia que sube del

mar babajo la cama b

ajo la cama bajo la

cima donde tus manos

se abren se cierran se

abren y se cierran se

cierran y se aaabren

Bajo el sueño del grito de

Ivan Argüelles

your face

yr fav ored nost

ril crowd ed s

lab abo ve yr

hea d a “n ice”

a ,flobby pill ow

ter cave yr

dun g negck in

hales , the g rit

ualulation lost

in all them trees

,sure feels leg

less or lessleg

walk fort h ours

the sand the

ruin

streaming dust

your gnats

the fair

the dream of duct tape was

the dream of someone sh

outing in the bedroom it

was the dream of a sink

brimming with kool-aid and

a dream of a fork with

your tongue on its tines

the dream of your tongue

was the dream of rabbits

quivering in a nursing home

and the dream of a moon

glowing in the wet grasses

where your head once

lay dreaming of the

crow crawking at the

edge of the brillo pad competition

JMB dreams a dream that is

not a dream of Bibiana Padilla Maltos

et her

d ust of m mneck I you

f lavored so lard the

p last er cr acks off

off 'n s kull k ill was

left yr k not a

gaz e st ream a

gaze ,if glass were

sky ,or dim e a c lock

.then wwind wwould

mine the f loor w

ould my leg in haled ah

mot es crowded out

me mm outh

...ignorada mano arroja...

- José Asunción Silva

BEANS

Tool

smoke

the hammer

owl

labrado

come piedra

cueva

luz

spoon log

the

flown hole the

sipapu

fi fo

nético

noescrito

pared rojiza

gnaw ah lake

cuento bisabuélico

gravel tree

◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙

thou sands

the breath returns

~ ~ ~ ≈ ~ ~ ~

2 Inexplicaciones of dreams of Bibiana Padilla Maltos

the bell mountain

the dream of the water slide is

the dream of closing your

eyes in a closet it's the

dream of jia wul wuhi the

devil's eye flickering in

the room beyond the room

is the dream of your

leg soaking in a bucket of pee

the shore face

the dream of bones is the

dream of your bed in a

cave high on a cliff where

the dream of femurs is the

dream of car exhaust

pooling in the garage and

the dream of a skull is the

dream of your favorite cat

sleeping on your face

3 cinquains 3

sweat hands

brushing the hair

hammer off the foot lint

exclamate in the line up to's

sheet fog

rinsing

noise from the hair

I put my toes in a

hamster full of bees and ham

and slept

mantis

praying to the

softball under the bush

twigs are criss crossed in a stack for

dick wash

John M. Bennett & C. Mehrl Bennett

Sept. 17, 2015

sin fondo

lip or ectomy in

sensa tez de hoja

inescrita off my

fflailing h and

amatique o cave

of dripping teeth

tongue a river fa

lling down a hole

it's where it's wasn't

...ever fl own...

dites-moi

yr ton gue squ alling in a

dit ch air ref lected

in's ssibilitic ant sp ray

ar mis depensamientos

slime around la piedra

verde asleep in my

mouth asleep in my

mou th anatique m

anger le sou th

ought less s lick

cros sed the lake t

here the fog

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

- M. Chal Chihuite

cállate

I was going down the

stairs I was going up

the stairs I was going

down my pile of books

the table bare I was

frozen on the steps the

dream of going down was

the dream of going up was

the dream of sssilence

On lut donc:

- George Perec

Más Inexplicaciones de los Sueños de Bibiana Padilla Maltos

 

 

el pulmón

el sueño del latir de un corazón

no puede ser el sueño de una

bicicleta oxidada en el mar

ni el sueño de la boca que

habla tostones de plátano macho

ni el sueño de la calavera de barro

ni tampoco el sueño del alfiler

de cristal que desaparece en tu

oreja hambrienta

  

the dawn

the dream of coffee is the

dream of a car engine

rumbling in a cup of

motor oil the oil the

dream of your stream

of thought sliding down

the back of your neck

the soon

el sueño del artefacto en una

tierra desconocida es el sueño

insoñable de tu dedo índice

sangrando como manguera

quizá la manguera sea el sueño

de tu voz al explicar al revés

las palmeras de plástico tiesas

al borde de la carretera que

sale de un pecho que nunca has conocido

Bucatini and Lint

Swiftly peeling off the skin the

lint eating playdough

was a bowl of bucatini and

dust pickled juices

spelling coffee in your hat

in the sludge that left

places for twine

rubbed against the grain to follow

John M. Bennett & Stacey Allam 2015