Tuesday, October 17, 2017





wetness

il y a des fleuves que j'ai tourné
et retourné cinq ou six nuits dans
ma tête )M. Boinvilliers( streaked
out my pants a leg égale ,a bank's
shiny weeds el desayuno que ya
echará espuma is yr dental
superstructure ,lunch and fog
)fog ahead behind( a he ad be
hind er gone the window cr
acking shut SPELT A RINGING
PHONE is was the crown yr shoe a
wave toward uh ba ckw ash “my
arms held you” mud sweeps across
your sidewalk )more than six the
nights not yet ends( a can of beans
glinting on the windowsill ll ll ll ll ll


La rivière que j'ai sous la langue,
L'eau qu'on n'imagine pas...

- Paul Éluard

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