Thursday, February 26, 2015




l

shoe wind shoe wind shoe
wind shoe wind shoe wind
shoe wind shoe wind shoe
wind shoe wind shoe wind
shoe wind  stone wind shoe
wind shoe wind shoe wind
shoe wind shoe wind shoe
wind shoe wind shoe wind
shoe wind shoe wind shoe

int


los ojos se cerrarán

la soma la sopa lo m
ismo su ente ritis - fl
ojera f áctil - o más
cara que me puse la mu
ñeca que era la cuch
ara de mi boca los pár
pados de mis di
entes ya se abrirán en
la cueva de tu barriga
el soroche la sombra el
sobar del suelo supin
terior el agua que se a
bre en lo dicho me diré
la silla la sarna el
sueño del cartón

el tenedor


s  urge

luck the snake en
tails the fork out
mouth sunk
luck into his s
poke n mou th ref
raction tongued
fork in vention’s
wind to come
was skin the snake
fought off and
left the tree his
swollen shoe an
empty gutter
wind re  turns

f  lickers


vor

crystal in yr rule sp
oon washing final
week ago the doll
ar dent ash was
left the laundry me
abrirá the coin del
día fut fugaz il ah
the face ts g lint
yr sandwich dri
bbled on yr sh
orts will emptied
of its meat

sal ,y aguar   az


rustles

b ones of s
ky clouds s poke
s tool s hot me
comerán se
mana pas ada
pas du cercle
clouds me di
jeron fono ha
blado hab larás
w as stool in
de tact o hue
so in flag rante
d rifting in the
su it que vas
a ca minar

b  g  one

Saturday, February 21, 2015






grunt on the book

he he he un l
ess the dog re ca
ckles was a ch
chickcken s lick wit
ti me or ,pal e
loo mer in the d
ark kitch en
doscopy of yr si
lent bar king

flail and slime indented
fish and glue

is there a need to revive who
says the country sinking in a
pool with all its form or inch
masks and soups or plungers
thumping the drain was sand at
body's end possessed with
puppets or by the wooden teeth
splintered into great shafts of
echo echo torsion crumbles
your history's granite shit large
across the dogma flies and
rabbits obsessive ether swirls
in the gravity in the rash of
air your crowded lungs im
pulse reverie lipped in the
muddied glass window cl
ouded with birds or sk
eletal angels lacking eyes l
acking eyes the parallel
lines diverge come to a
point or seismic archaeology
raving next a tiny lamp whose
shoes open with a yawn your
furious knot defenestrated re
mains in weeks your earth
flickers with linoleum f
lickers with the edge of
thought I convected
through yr crumbled stasis
was the sandy axis where
“in reality I'm sitting here
playing a banjo and talking
to a goose” Blaster Al Ackerman


Interjective discourse through
Jim Leftwich's Six Months Aint No Sentence,
Book 104, 2015; & Ivan Argüelles' “anabasis i”, 2015

tonsil karst

drain the elevator resides
in the present key the
tense leg fibrillates be
neath the blanket wounded
by that forklift's mapless
clues in the dusty distant
tortilla barking chews a
lens your sleeve just sw
allowed snub-nosed circus
between the air exhaled
between yr eyes o th
robbing tonsil inside the st
one's little voices eyelised
toesolve nail gitive shudder
in the restless foliage where
that sprayed echo s s
leeepss ttooth sweaty
in the lightning cc avity aim
yr tttongue and groaning f
aucet's not the language
evidence not the ether
crackled in yr yawning
thunder on yr knees a
loss of touch and radish
drown the lake drown the
lake yr anaerobic entrance
insistent ice frozen
tickets that exploded Bill Lee
against the screen your br
eath the ology laughed wet
down the stairs


Interjective discourse through
Jim Leftwich's Six Months Aint No Sentence,
Book 105, 2015; & Ivan Argüelles' “anabasis ii”, 2015




bUrnt

tits gnats tits gnats tits
gnats tits gnats tits gnats
tits gnats tits gnats tits
gnats tits gnats tits gnats
tits gnats SUN gnats tits
gnats tits gnats tits gnats
tits gnats tits gnats tits
gnats tits gnats tits gnats
tits gnats tits gnats tits


glOve





Thanks to Ivan Argüelles




Thursday, February 19, 2015






dog Mask

gnat face gnat face gnat
face gnat face gnat face
gnat face gnat face gnat
face gnat face gnat face
gnat face CLOWN face gnat
face gnat face gnat face
gnat face gnat face gnat
face gnat face gnat face
gnat face gnat face gnat


clOud




the taste of dogs

it's your tooth re
canted ,said the
hurt fell off your
b rain a need le
,melted in the soup
,caps the fog your
runny neck inhaled
)uh outer skin a
cross your face was
sewn(




the chewy sidewalk

sieze the g runted f
ace re structured s
and wich frothed yr k
nife yr mouth was
full the escamoles t
urning in yr cheeks
such hhheadache ch
urns such formic
ataduras stinking in
yr pockets
                                                             in yr pockets where the dr ink




air is water

the nnape of snnore yr f
latter gaze õ õ con
densed drowned in air or
cabellera inútil de los mu
ertos que vivimos
,son co gotes donde la
sangre salta ssalta co
mo ssnakes with facing jj
aws .aw ssleep aw c
lean ,an dawdled in
yr leg

Monday, February 16, 2015






neck

face meat face meat face
meat face meat face meat
face meat face meat face
meat face meat face meat
face meat CLOCK meat face
meat face meat face meat
face meat face meat face
meat face meat face meat
face meat face meat face


hoUse ÇLock






go in go out

yr shoes ,retell the
clock ,yr flapping
hands ,or fingers
lost the lace ah
empty fog ah house
so full ,were kicking
at the roof ,where a
stream of smoke sn
snakes down thru the door




coughed in the mask

the meat ,my leg ,its w
hole direction ,rust ling
wind ,atent ive storm
,or clue if clue a b
linking were ,your s
haven face ,st inking in
a g rave ,stains your
shirt :and dribbles
on the p late

Friday, February 13, 2015











inflamed and legible



pock finger ,et dimology l

eft behind the book a

wheezy corner ,apt to

lake or ,crystallize the

shoes your hand is shed

,but walking on the

sky .your muddy th

umb your oily nose

your metered page

f olded at the spine









oil spreads on the pillow



the inner clang ,if

voice was kite ,eff

ort was to sleep what

sleep was not ,a hub

cap clattered on the

curb ,if edge your

speech ,outside the

wheel ,turning in your

throat ,was louder than

the snore









found the fistula



my spelling ,if combed ,re

sistance finds ,or lunch in

shreds ,the molars' sleep

nor words' deglutination's

fakery slows ,was hair rest

rangled in the drain ,just

grease seeped out .were

l e t t e r s clust ered

in the cheek ,if spat ,were

hot and sticky in your hat

Friday, February 6, 2015






la mAdre pAtria

neck fish neck fish neck
fish neck fish neck fish
neck fish neck fish neck
fish neck fish neck fish
neck fish BOCÓN fish neck
fish neck fish neck fish
neck fish neck fish neck
fish neck fish neck fish
neck fish neck fish neck


fin
lagunAzo








With C. Mehrl Benett & Fabio Doctorovich






the drifted tavern

m ourning f lood my ran
cid loot and sweat p olarity
pit ched from the a cid boat a
mmufffled spsplash drowns the
headlights d azzled corn field
s tirred by whwhirling crows sh
apeless sky luminescent serif
on the watery skull the ROARRR
RRRRRR fish language itches in
yr neck made of flight and
wounds the vanished sounds yr
throat reforms ,trash re
fused ,mud boiling on the hill
name dirt doubted on the dri
bbling mirror your fever chain your
wheel in constant dust and e
lectric oils scratching in some
hummocks rutting in the pines
in the flaming boot cocoons
,or books heated in your spinal
street I saw the ot her saw the gl ass
st one saw the ri ver f all into a cave


3 voices: John M. Bennett; Jim Leftwich's
Six Months Aint No Sentence, Book 103, 2015;
& Ivan Argüelles' “alterumswissenchaft vii”, 2015

Thursday, February 5, 2015






wet

comb clock comb clock comb
clock comb clock comb clock
comb clock comb clock comb
clock comb clock comb clock
comb clock LOIN clock comb
clock comb clock comb clock
comb clock comb clock comb
clock comb clock comb clock
comb clock comb clock comb

spoon




peel the water

clut ,clottered sp
ring skin loose
feet loose hands
máscara de tomo
ensangrentado es
blut es tod es
el mero mero

mero que me cum
plo lo que tus
aguas que tu
agua no me
rerespira




second hand

sped across the text
ure ref olded c loud
gnatter it chy f lag s
pouted from my ea
r from my e ar a
g un shitting at
my throat across the n
est yr shroud sold ex
plosives burst across
the TV moths flounder
in the soup just
lift the spoon

lift the spoon the
crowd behind the
wall thins out is
gone yr insection’
eats ,linty in yr
mouth

Tuesday, February 3, 2015







por la tarde el zotz

clap sop clap sop clap
sop clap sop clap sop
clap sop clap sop clap
sop clap sop clap sop
clap sop FURNACE sop clap
sop clap sop clap sop
clap sop clap sop clap
sop clap sop clap sop
clap sop clap sop clap

SOT





me puse las piernas

fomento tormenta ,fisgón in
útil que me abre la boboca
:peldaño fósil y mis pies in
invertidos inversos .comilón
que en la lluvia se despierta
- tan obvio es – que no
me calzo el pantalón .un
té que en la lluvia se hu
mea y me meo mero .fus
ilánime me caigo , y como el
aire me duermo desfértil




gorra de plátanos

ay la peluca tuerca desturbulario
,que semilla hundida era no ,si
ablabarca fuera ,o cloacavera des
pelado ,del pelambre del olvido del
ovolvido ~~ culebrita caracacomida ~~
)mi lencgua mamachacada( ,si el
labio se me tornara no ,ni sale
un chochorizo ,alba hackada ,con
ojo tecolotero que al revervés
veía y me puse la cuchilla me
puse la cáscara me puse la
gogotorra que me cegaba si
cegar es la letra vista en la
lejanía de la carretera ,lejía que
trina y trina ,que tri nadada es


Que corre, con un tos gongorino,
detrás del Macanudo Chimichurri
de Juan Ángel Italiano