Sunday, December 31, 2017









no me explico

puerco monodormático tu
poehsía es tumba tiempo
tuerto y lo mísero de mi
ojo vago que vaga sobre tu
cara gusano es ,y zopilote
que me limpia la lengua ,én
fasis informático informe y
fistular .lo que veía quelques
anées plumas era ,impensadas
en su vuelo esférico .el trueno
será ,en el silencio sibilante
de mis inehxplicaciones


De lo que en tu vida entera
nunca debes hacer caso

- Rubén Darío




baño

mouth
dry stream
guns and owls







el caminito

my gated hole's blown hinge my
tongue loo ped ahead's a shiv
ered highway wore yr rat lunch
sleeps a wake behind the skull it's
yr shirt's squirming hair no taste
but tastes the cardboard soaking
in yr ear ES CUPITAZO SANTO
de la familia que duduerme bajo un
árbol ininvisible es el cielo 'mano
,el cielo vacacante de nube








Thursday, December 21, 2017








streets

your dripping cheese a
,lake not clogged top
of shirtless th rashing o
each speed's the name !
)sunken fog( uh apt dope
returns its steaming cost's
yr fístula y drenaje yr
peccorino dried was st one
wan dered )deep sneeze and
frogs( your dripping knees
rising from la cloaca cloaked
in their tsunami robes it's
my swollen shadow hunching
toward the convenience store
blister nor shape
stone rises
ándale

Pues


cuevas de bisontes detenidos con el claxon pegado...

- Mario Santiago Papasquiaro




envío

caulk
face cracks
talk or b lack





reflejo

doll
white hand

the machete rises




manchas negras

dust of my sandwich or “Informes
embriones” )Sor juana( is the box
of crackers pulsing with moths is
“Vívora de vapores espantosa” )S.J.(
said wind broke said sweaty baloney
flopping from a screen page of
light quivers on the floor your
lung passes on the stair
frame
red ears
an open well
a leg climbs out

pants in fog


¿quién no ve que verdades que se traslucen
entre neblinas no pueden representarse a la
vista sino con negras manchas?

- Carlos de Sigüenza y Góngora




Sunday, December 17, 2017








omulation

cercar el nonorte donde el
norte a de-surme va mi
voz un espiralazo cae y decae
hacia el cenNtro donde la
NEVERA ME H ABRE la
pipuerta en el “ojo infinito
de mis huellas” )M.S.P.(
opens the cave where rain
began - en el nmorte en la r
umbao drab b arking far a
head your voice at my back
some where... virutas de la
grimy throat a shoe cir
cling in a parking lot
V
nevera
spinal cave
tu oz oraz


la boca-drenaje

- Mario Santiago Papasquiaro




osteomorosis

gland
hole route
your leg blooms

rostro
intextual la
ruta del viento

wrote
your door
flood maggot cloud

nudos
y banderas
lago o pantalla

ham
dog boat
your neck blarks







wet guns

20 faucets remember dust
or owls silent in a hole
yr mouth open sighing
fog entailed with knives
a scorcher left behind
your head your headless
hair dangled o'er a bag o'
puke leaks on the porch
yr stream ran dry ran
invasive of an offal mask
spluttering on a screen
20 barrels shudder
under the bed sin baño
under the bread sin balas
under the head sin blanco


close open the book




Thursday, December 14, 2017








past returns

my ash on a dock swirling is
light settling under a chair the
chair your arm drifts toward
ME COGE LA MEJILLA
empapada es un libro de
texto fluctuante es el agua
dormida en el horizonte F
alls dripping slowly behind a
fridge a fire asleep in the freezer

drop yr pencil the sky is back
block of ice sweaty in a box







agua

dock
chair cage
asleep or fire







vidriesca

en la leche donde un
espejo ay ,y unas migas
u as mi as en el drenaje
de tu foco flaco una luz
carmesí una luluz veverde
como pipiedra ¡juás! bonbón
de mierda de las aguas madres
- y papás – tip my flooded
dog – your honking shirt debates
that milky glass vaso de muerto
que me tiñe de sangre some days
.chew shut shape a face against
a streaming clot house ,¡swirly
screen steams out its bblank
whwhite! – color del cielo tieso -
!!! y cierro el grito sierro el griito
que me mancha la cacamisa llevada
tres días y 3 y 3 y 3 y


Realidad-esperma...

- Mario Santiago Papasquiaro




Monday, December 11, 2017







xXx it

in a cloud cave an eye breaks
a flailing train was gravel burning
on tracks' lava baggage strewn
across dark grass neural love
unbearable pigeons drown swirl
dead around a drain loose
ill usion in an army's ink
alas en llamas al filo del
precipicio the dual narratives'
darker inaction on the waves
memory rolls in your sodden paper
///\\\/\\////\\\\ name's tormented keys


With gravel crushed from Unbearable by
Ivan Argüelles & Sound Ritual Number 86

by Bill Beamer & Jim Leftwich




clouded bulb

bush mute or ,facial sore inre
lapsant age of dripping in the dark
emergencia de un barco sin rodill
as omnífoco back a meaty head or
freezer closet dim light is
fog sleeping in an alley bananos
destrozados respiran en la
boca de la cuadra a boot b
rushed with blood falls off a
roof LAS ESTRELLAS PIS
ADAS que no me abro que no
me cierro ni encierro ni deabro
por fin ,ninguneo es ,laundry
forgotten in a damp memory bank
rush your suit engage your snore

“imbécil funerario k nos acecha”








the burning bell

sweaty fork bilked yr freedom
box hinges turned to rotten
meat's head maggot slamming
off the lid TOGGAM XOB your
fingers crunched in a book lose
your snore yr checkout counter
bright with cranial seepage
grubs
spongy eyes
your sticky cheeks
beak faucet claw your
way into a ffurnace yr
slit tongue sspeakss aa mmaskk
turns inside out the screee
kching money screen stumbles
down a path through burning woods


arde cuanto no arde y hasta
el dolor dobla el pico en risa.

- César Vallejo





Friday, December 8, 2017













nariglobo

Hablar sin tripas )Mario Santiago
Papasquiaro( mi bata de piel
incaminante's too lunched for
sleep too sleep for … emetic
Ecatepec que nunca ni sueño
,forma inlábil de las endopalapbras
defoamed 'n nekkid shaped a
lliquid mirror DE-SKY DE-SKY
y toso un aire orondo orondo nar
iz esquatted in the lethal corner
drawled yr shoe's fat wind yr
vavaso de lecleche en la mesa
un pupulso portátil escrita
en la sábana que habres
con tu espinazo literario


...y estáticas eles quelonias.

- César Vallejo



call me

your sheet comp
action said said sh
eet yr eye crawled through
gnats blink inside a
hill of once were sheets
sheets' corporate facial
blood
sat frog
knob of light
ensheet yr bedded laundry
sack elastic cloud you
reremembered forggetting your
inkless ,sheet imcracked its
fistulic historia no escrita
shsheet de pulpo embudo
gancho watery chair de
draped ,empty full of
its empty of yr poecaca
of yr poeflaca y otra vez.
)César Vallejo( espérame
,ya voy ,'horita te nombro


...diarrea que te dibuja 1 espejo en la boca

- Mario Santiago Papasquiaro




la piedra pospelada

exofire reborn an endo
fire exomic wall re
turns to ssmoke but bbrick
:endgaged exaged yr
econometrics yawn was
blood dripping from a sleeve
cast . of face . sweats and stings
yr tongue of stone and stone
yr lung que me abre chido
¡tanta tuntolerancia! place re
torn yr mere endogamous shirt
:hojarasca de lunes y lunes
el incendio mi nombre empieza
adrede mais non .walk I saw
,futile chewing but the shiny plate!


...dormida pustulencia...

Tuesday, December 5, 2017








rising seas

clamp and feet your clammy
shirt spatchcocked defoneticized
¡ay! bit tongue cclammed up a s
ticky fogg currls out your screen
the SEA'S MAW GAPES AND
SURGED informática premiada
con el Cerote Máximo ,POR FIN
su bruma y chapopote ,escritura
de los decojones de los exojos
los equisojos de los ojos de mi
salidazo sofinal .la mano
que muerdo el muñón desentonado
face my mirror's wind )¡gas
p and p ant!( smothered between
the valves ,the sheets...

/change your leg...







wetter dream


age
of ham
your drizzled leg

wall
light dots
the window swims

abrir
por dentro
tu libro mojado

sheet
and lung
scrawl yr breath

sees
dirt time
watch and fog

split
your bed

a river below




ruta del sol

nada nace sino no respire si
no se piense por el agujero cranial
,de lado ,de-espinazados son los
huevos de colón que caen nunca
caen en la silla donde muero con
palabritas inimbéciles iniminentes
que ,por el lodo lacio de mis
olvidos ,bailan insectívoros es
mi hambre inflado como
giglobo .rinse and gasp it out a
fly half digested was an inch of
hora desinflada .mi sábana sucia
mis manos muddy were a tree
thundering in rain .cada fase
de mi mirada se pierde en el
ojo que me recuerda ,en cada
lente invisible que inbrilla

)no hay calle que se pierda(