ex cavation

ever d itched in

hollow gazed a

shattered b owl

beneath a stone rat

tled house talking

earth untied the

mud you watch yr

hands en circle

dig what blood

beneath yr skin is left

huehue

name of shirt name of

name un crapulent de

fogger gristles in your

jaw what not says but

syas ton buttons gr

unting chewed ,name of

natters at the cur

tained door a name

ou nom vieux au cent

re du temps my s

tepsid deunderstanding

naming down my chin

says you ,forgets the

smoke you said ,burns

four ways

teotl

opposable thumb

toast the hand that

sleeps you was it aft

er birth or clouded

in a tree your seeping

? aims to seize was

let it go was clued

and forked a sticky

map you pulsing pul

sing ppul sinks b

ack yr shirty

owls dead and dried

,is tasting what the

fingered b read b led

out was curling in

your mouth

im plode

re gain

sor mount

answer

drunk the horn or sandal

thought less gloved it

gape-like in the blin

ded mirror or fridge's

wall of cheese your

foot replies ,basic

hamster crawl one

side your head ,mum

bled nothing please a

blunt stone just be

hind my face .will

it wet ,or dry agaze

,will it shine without

the skin

will a wall w

ill a spoon w

ill a flood re

turn

read the sky

nor does the chair mémoire a

hurtling toward a rug in fl

am mes ou nu ages qui dorment

they shimmer in their sssilence

≈ wax discs curl around the

dribbled text enormous sand

or lawn's basalt was stleeped

beneath your spoke the eye be

neath yr era sure pill ow

words in thunder ,weeds

Deread in Ivan Argüelles'

“Ars Scribendi”

caja de cráneo

wear the dandled rat wit

case of lupbrication cheese

or teeth rehandled wise

a soup your fauces inhale ,b

iblioboca indehabitated was

yr shirt chewed off .c

laim the trickle from yr

pants its naeme a snlumber

raggèd in your ddick ITS

FOAM A SHOE gray with

sleepdust under the bed

.must comb outside yr

swim en ggaged ,yr suit

endective of the offal mirror

Raison détone en s O n cratère ossuaire

- Lucien Suel

l'interprétation

porc les anées qui dorment

entières mais sans frontières

por playas de huesos y frazadas

mi petate de concrète et

sang desséché un libro de

carne transparente los

dientes visibles a penas

penca de nopal espejeante

en que veo en que me veo

el lado oscuro de mi

cráneo el lado del

moretón verde .poule

phonetique ,lámina del

sueño que dedespierto es

Ses manches blanches font vaguement par l'espace

- Paul Verlaine

l EDGE

r AGE of gr

ASS oline emp

tidy wwiinndd yr

POO ling sHIrT

T

hair

few shshamed light a

c umbre foco'd DE

intamination n'importe

que sleeve dripping

air's reurgitation

KNEW DENAMED for

holy p ants so's time

peeks out my flight

lumbre .fascist shorts

shat in weeds the cree

ping grit decries ,for

gets just faucets ≈

jutted out your wall

et monnais d'eau ou

merde ,you ,shaped

clock ,montre de boue

et miroir des tripes

Tripas grueffas anchas. Xicije ròba.

- Juan De Cordoua, 1578

tunnel

reordered gut deflaked

the guerrilla mutation I

so sequeled ,dribbling

through yr rice's spent

carpet parks ,ah seve

red plastic soup your

comb disturbs a

spoon gnashes in the

parking spot ,destruc

tion's ecology blooms

your shattered sn

ore a dance slopped

poison cooked up be

neath a bridge ,sen

sations of solvents

splashed on the screen

was sputtery like your face

in a mask of realism games

:long spare parts

suspended on the porch

After texts by Jim Leftwich

of January 10, 2017

la entrepierna

senda crepitante que me

cubre los huesos senda

inrisible que me sale de los

inflaminojos senda tragada

del ingle lechosa que me

abre la pantalona senda

abierta que me cierra la

boca porque botoneronte

soy ,soy la senda que

me deletrea el nombre olvi

dado senda rutilante de

hojas muertas y piedras

verdes tomo la senda como

refresco demasiado azucarado

escupo la senda carraspada

contra la puerta en astillas la

senda de mi camisa es una

telenovela al revés es la

senda de humo que sube al

cielo cuando llueve y es

senda senda que me llena el

bolsillo de monedas oxidadas

,ya gastadas de tanto volver de

tan to vol ver

Senda afsi efcura no hallada

y con yerua. Nèza quijzi.

- Juan de Cordoua, 1578

not the vacuum cleaner

- For Bibiana Padilla Maltos

the dream of a vacuum is the

dream of a window full of

birds .was this the dream of

hammers seeing themselves in a

mirror? or was the dream of

hammers a cloud passing

beneath the chair you ate your

eggs in? maybe the dream of a

vacuum is the dream of a st

one falling off the continental sh

elf to total darkness at the

end of the sea ?

...la imagen pintada por la luz

en el seno de un espejo.

- José Antonio Ramos Sucre

swallower

a cyclenstic tongue sn

ores my ear it s pill

ow a neck twists o

ver ove de mis len

guas aire que se

habre cycloseic F

ire rises in the

waters later clou

ded with a nail me

mento sounded's for

king rain

lick the facial hair a

door wet paper s

lumping on the steps

dis solves r uns

down toward

street's hot bed

s t e e p w

i n

d

wh EEZE

I sw ORE

off fLAME

faucet drINK

would only

A I R E

see the shirt see the sheet

your mouth mirrors white

air recedes into the

dark your foot reversed

up stair the stare

your eyeless thought di

ssolves cloudy forks spell

a table it's your book's

linguini drowned in sauce's

slivered glass yr choff

re flection ,b lundered ph one

,borrowed laundry indescribed