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