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abierto piso abierto piso abierto

TOS

plumífero

pesa mi cacabeza

como piedraquítica

como hormigafas

que me hurtan la

vista la vistamaño

de grano de arenada

,en el remolino de

mi inrespiración

en el estanque

de mi día único

uña perdida en el

aguacero y cero

enumerado un

sinfín de veces

big fake hair

puls e o fa

nático lend

me yr cl

owns ,fu

ente de ham

burguesas

shit onna bun

yr nose a comb

faltan dientes

head stone

LESS bloody

circle ay roof

gnat ,eye f

loaters brush

the risen stone

yr neck inhales

fatty word sh

red between yr

teeth spit mo

re sp it m ore

time to sn

ore time or c omb

roof gnat

- C. Mehrl Bennett & John M. Bennett

medi

in rit abfy

b um bligo

imprifecto

hof half

me ollo

mi alley

ual betide

shore's lungch yr

pleas neck

o h ere

ashot came

flagin halant b

b read d d oor

en tranc id

emetical

a tooth a femur

off in weeds

oftin m

e smell

comensequent

retry rebore remu

remeat relight regore

resnore remist refly

viajante

For Bibiana Padilla Maltos

dream of a road trip your

hairy tail flopping behind as

you turn around open your

mouth the beginning nears

bees return to your mouth

return and leave un cántaro

de agua buried under stones

you pass and pass again

past the leaves rising from a hole

forked

For Diane Keys

the broke fork tip is your

leg stuck in a toilet bowl is

your hat dripping on top of the

fridge the fridge was your

chest hugging the air t h e a i r

breathless and gasping as the

room turns dark a red light

blinks slowly outside the window

clot

neck

door

loot

moment

sisilábico por el basurero

de libros' embedded page was

glass vibrating idioms

,o lengua de astillas .añicos

cluster round parking

meters were the plated g

rapes you spilled or sp

elled in ah g utter ahspiraste

verbos mamasticados en

el sótano de la biblioteca

pistolas y leche pipistolas y

leleche conscious rust

in the wheel's center léxico

de imbéciles parked in the

middle of the block is

morpheme sleep and sp

attered walls covered the codex

mi casa en tu regazo

Chewed in The loom of Language

by Ivan Argüelles

cuarto inmerso

chorro de piernas ,langosta

lapidaria ,mis tunas archivadas

ángulos son ,anchas avenidas de

algas podridas ,pobredumbre

que se me olvida todas las

albas que recuerdo ,que re

congelo con las inhalaciones

de mi iinstaantee perpétuo

:un coro de piedras es

,impuesto que jale de mí las

palabras ahogadas del fofondo

espum a ndada ,es encia del óvu lo

là-bas

cheese and laundry

wobbled in the lake

your meat swoll in

was fish or root

is gagging on a sock

la lhengua desensangretada

alba de pelusa me desnací

desdormido desenterrado díme

pues manito si me como la

cara desinfinita ¿¿pporqué

tengo los ojos de ppiedra??

¿¿pporqué hay hhormigas en la

hhorchata?? me hiervo los

huehuevos A TODA MADRE la

ppuerta ahbierta AHBIERTA y

ahbro la bboca con su ahire de

hilitos deshechos ¿¿no te lo

dije ya mil veces??

mi lahbio superior se ahtraganta

con el ihnferior

the shift

- for Bela Grimm

the dream of a helical gear was the

reversal of a dream of a tree thrashing

in wind; the dream of wind was the dream

of a fork nestled between your legs

which might be a dream of the

white surface of a lake in distant woods

sinojo

ojo sin luz

ojo sin arena

ojo sin hoja

ojo sin labio

ojo sin lomo

ojo sin lápiz

ojo sin hueso

ojo sin ángulo

ojo sin asno

ojo sin culo

ojo sin huevo

ojo sin chingatumadre

ojo sin cielo

ojo sin calcetín

ojo sin rata

ojo sin raja

ojo sin rumbo

ojo sin árbol

ojo sin ardid

ojo sin sicario

ojo sin rastro

ojo sin nalga

ojo sin lana

ojo sin ombligo

ojo sin narizdelmundo

ojo sin efectivo

ojo sin hambre

ojo sin chile

ojo sin chiste

ojo sin ojo

ojo sin alba que surge del agua

say

pendilic s

core

,

foot marrow

louder , louder

breath sign

the lettered mirror sw

arms ,yawns ,sal

iv ates el ojo va

cío el ojo pleno de

hormigahormiga spells

cccloud unwinds a

c r o s s el hor

izonte from yr mouth a

plane es capes falls o

ver distant e dge a

blade of water sp

eech ,flood of wings

flies twitching in a mem

brane

Fleeing in Ivan Argüelles'

The Interpretation of Signs is the

Task of the Fleeing Soul

palliate

bred a leg ,porlapsant rust

ling in my chest arised ,ris

sen fog ambles thru my

throats ,dicen ambos .pee

l the gallon's face a

head the crowded femur

grew ,and cheese a

wall's inscription it's

yr agèd axe yr drippèd

log my visage breathes

,even hungry was my th

igh .a seething glob O

lusty pens my skull

plenty humping ,hike across the lot

dream flux

For C. Mehrl Bennett

The dream of a Fluxfest in your

childhood home is the dream of

wax floating in a bathtub, which is

the dream of dishes thrown against

the wall downstairs; the dream of

dishes is your dream of eating a

bowl of keys and golf balls, and a

candidate swallows a rotting snake

pork reflux

in doors where fog relents

,ashy ham invents a

forest where your shoe's

submerged ,submerged

where steel plates cl

ang against some trees

:out doors a desk a

float ,turns and turns

,disappears down a road

...ora escorzando láminas de acero...

- Bernardo de Balbuena

lectura

es peso y ,for

tuito y fruta

,del puerto la

muralla del viento

la boca es mesa

vacía ,y silla

de piedra ,pro

clama de

luz tormenta

.es piso ,y

mondo arcilla

inextriplicable

bluthead

nates collapsant ,raft de

seated in yr whistling sink I

thought yr cave stuffed with

coffee pots yr lathered

neck itchy toward a knife

.ate relaxant ,axed my

feet yr swinging bread in

haled the spiggot was yr

blunted fog deballed ,a sli

ckened bun empty where

yr suit sat down

creep my form ,ask yr hatless crown

f lung a way

hand's rendered dust yr

fat leg a s tick re

members was a cow

sleeping in a basement t

ouch the mild ewed

wall or curtain und

ulation hiding miles of

clay if clay were b

read your meat air th

ickens on yr snored

mot es a c loud gn

ashing in a sssssilence

EAT LINT TOAST

- C. Mehrl Bennett

joj

a looser flood this g rime

desluiced if sluiced were

lid clicks shut box yr

throat rolls in ,yr foamy

voice wind ththick with

chaff – chaff your hand re

leased – was liquid ri

sing in the trees

te dije riomonte ,huehueso

dije ,cara de humo y lluvia

,y la puerta de hamburgüesa

que ojo invertido era

fog grip

raced the kkakka along the

wall wire hair piled

against a window be

fore yr face knife

blade of grass / peel

my face yr muscled

snore reversed across

a glass fog mirror

here I you crawled

beside the door a

hollow dog slept awake

behind afore was

you was tongues hunching

off the desk my place a

lack placid sack of

tuérzame

banderitas

waved off the flag

asleep a hand

slept my face

spit in book

real dog

wet mouth

grave led s

ock blood

full shoe

out the door

head bagged

re bleeder

sink you .

draw thin

wet wall ,

plaster in yr gums

a plantain lens

cough or cow

tomar la luz

sin luz tronado

trono de luces

con peluca

The Sheep and The Hammer

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O

shoe beast

llost ddime

slumped

dense

O

estante

swum an eye na yey im

pactantric ,piedra carmesí

en el túnel mi tripa mi

tttrriippaaa donde te ví la

luna fonética el río que

del cecentro sale ,,,I sung to

my ants if ants were skulls

,the highest shelf a

row of caves where the

cloud of my sight's emerged

clung to the sky ,a Leg

Spellchuck

The dream of C. Mehrl Bennett correcting

your spelling is the dream of a tree full of

rotten fruit swaying in the wind, which is the

dream of your hnad open on a wnidow pain

and a dream of Mark Bloch muttering behind

the dusty chairs stacked in a garage

bibliofálico

ropa pa

pel em

plazo re

to se te olvida

mo ni miento

sin viento es

pinazo cerrado

cuadrilla sin foco

olin quihtoznequi

el verso no visto

página comida

tus dientes

in tlilli in tlapalli

respiro sin respirar

leo sin leer

pensar no pienso

doblar el aire

la tapa se eleva

sale el ave

El libro es un espejo en que me veo

sin conocer lo que veo; es un misterio

que me ve el misterio que no es misterio,

que tal vez es la nada que no es la nada.

- John M. Bennett