Sunday, December 31, 2017





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




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