Monday, December 11, 2017





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

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