The Library of Teotihuacán

the shopping bag of script

your louder dice than

mind boiling in your

sleep mouth blasted

focus on your

river's plastic folder

was of knives hurled off

the edge I didn't mean the

eyes blinking on a

porch your stone wheel

was an embolism in the

water scribbled on your face

will drown in the cave

Found in Ivan Argüelles'

“Joe and I Used to Go to the Library”,

and “Having Climbed Both Pyramids"