Monday, January 29, 2018
Atacara
Caratada
-
Thanks to Bibiana Padilla Maltos,
Blanca Pérez-Ramos, Aaron
Flores,
y Juan Ángel Italiano
the dream of seeing a tsunami while
drinking a jarabe para la tos is the
dream of a closet stuffed with wet
shirts, which may be the dream of
traveling to the distant south in an empty car
RRIPFOOT roca acerada y te sierro la
pierna indecisa reinfusilesca
“no te como el gatillo” re
fuso la plumectomía
)eats your sweaty shorts(
finger crackedoff sky detection
your inner eats reply
a dream of wobbling before the pool
is a dream of balloons and grease
the greasy balloons wait on the
stairs, were empty pants ¶
)pantalones vácuos como la
noche en una parada de autobuses(
≈ deflavor me defaucet me de
fork me ,so I ,embed a
lápiz en concreto “ay it seems
your heaving shirt”
depth of surface cataracted the lens
- shutfocused - ●
)flat dog ball
●
el sueño del grito en la
selva
era quizás el sueño de
mis hashi
de hule caídos en la
sopa; la sopa,
¿era
una puerta soñada
,de sangre condensada?
flabby leak not an eye
yawning
neck afloat yr ,b linking sshoe d
etails I s corn .emblade yr of
ten face fell next a sshirt pis
ant ,torn ablunder ,cómete la
bboca stuffed with BOOK'S
FOGGY PAGE drifting left
sin ojos ,pulsátiles en el aire
de barro pulverisado ,SWAL
LOW THE BATTERIES
leaking in yr pocket it's wh...
grunting clown spiraling on a
screen the off's broke off
“time to swim” stare at yr
socks the room gets dark f
ills with gravel.......
remember the sudden lawn
Saturday, January 27, 2018
blanco que te
quiero blanco
-Thanks
to Bibiana Padilla Maltos, Josh Ronsen,
Roxana Padilla
Maltos, Ivan Argüelles, Michael Dec,
& Aaron Flores
trueno tumba trompa
escupo mouth's invisible stones
trono y tromba
the dream of a porcupine is the
dream of a hairbrush full of mud;
a dream of the hairbrush is the
dream of the moon disappearing
behind
clouds it's
a dead shirt wind yr cur
tains swallowing air
SNAIL OR GLENDER
a dream of the talking cat is the
dream
of a fireplace full of crumpled
aluminum foil; the dream of aluminum
foil is the dream of a river made
of
glass (sausage
on the pillowcase)
acaricio el huevojo la orejatada que
escuchan
mis sobras trumba
trumba
trumba
eXis
el
sueño en que te
roben la respiración es un sueño
de una pared de leche; la pared
de leche es el sueño de una caja
de libros empapados de sudor
blanco the breath blanco the bone
blanco the wind ~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ ~ ~
Thursday, January 25, 2018
trasojear
remembered the sausage siz
zling on a brick “...la clavija que el
caballo...” )Clamades y
Clarmonda(
yr bambambam slab's clown
leg drip MÍSERO DE TÍ un
huevo am the remembered who I
uh is ? sangrado el ojo
mud on a phone your moth
thought moo mu mow collapsant
blot house yr fork quiv
ers in neck slaw rem
embered a peine y el
mur mar mer nido de torres
donde indormías ¡soberme
las 4 spit glass legs!
)coughing in a shoe( )your
squid breath( chot soakt
,seep a leak
drizzled on a log
fallen from the
lip
bees in a labyrinth of
eyes a throat your opens
shadow slickening on a
sound of speed mask lunar
hysterectomy nauseous at
a door your buzzing salt
scattered in the grass'
insect skin you stumble
through the sand towers
sliding toward the mouth
of waters sleep's three
perfect halves
nod and blaze
Clutching
bees in Ivan Argüelles'
“Trinacria”
Monday, January 22, 2018
take a walk
a shoe and a pair of glasses
in the bottom of a lake walk
out of the lake were calling
for help was the dream you
couldn't remember of a bicycle
whirling in a tree was
a fork thinking of you in a
pillow walking toward
Pittsburgh a glass of
water thinks in a river
rolls toward a bridge of leaves
lake
empty shoe
glass worn water
flight of
breath
implacid crow
your armpit gapes
forget the glottis
found air at last
tongue
retraction wind
fold your cheek
glauco es
winging toward the end
forking time
it o ouch combat decry is
flannel mildewed in the garage
a streaming pot your hand
slept in thru mud
fog thickens in yr
eyes roots sleep and turn
rotting ammunition it's yr
spoon horde your mice
shivering in the breakroom
it's a it its flailing of the
pruning shears yr leafless
mask yr flaccid tines yr s
weltered f oot sets off kicks
a door is louder than ants
falling from the roof
)the puzzle spells air
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
caramar
arms' thin stream was
string and stair toward
barking silence raise your
hair was hands' fading
nos sucked in..........................out
your numbers jerk in a cir
cle declock your air's gray
light shivers in a window
.sea of throats beach of skin
█…..the door your shirt walks in
...por
la ribera de la mar, vio un batel...
-
El Conde Partinuples
luncheonette
invade release obtain
bright garbage drain
in the edge a nail
tiny text on dirty plate
screen your fog's light lint
sandwich in the rain
surge cult
loud about in the other/piano a
comb spittss teeth h h and a
concrete soap ignites the
hopping sun's few dimes few
eggs shining in your lap your
money is ,catastrophic revery
sweaty behind a door was
dog asleep on a jetty a
head's carcinogenic olives
fall out the washing machine
)a vacuum in your lawn
mower( where's the lake in
heaven? is the tooth emergent
from an onion or worms and
brillo milk centered in your
political nozzle's sticky cl
utter ,seams undone
¡wash my fire in the
frothy
shirt crumpled in a long
dark box! .shuddered with
steak in pajamas ,flannel
mimirrors and bread
:your maps compacted? past
of the eardrum plague ,tru
mped-up turds on a couch's
sequence of spectacles and
rotting bananas .opera mullida
en la poesía es ,que cacambió
el murmundo ,curve of
dust rising from your shoes
)the next exit is the exit past
With
splinters from Jim Leftwich's
Window
Is Root to a Bird
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
sleep shot seep
-
for Nguyen Dao Claude
enter the flock shit I uh
end omectic “egg coming face”
)Jim Leftwich( o
)egoecoegoecoego(
hot b urn t f light off tu tumba
tuerca trueno entimental S mi S
ombras swoll ,,,freezing rain your “p
ages made of h ands” )J.L.(
was your
sleeper wrecker .sent the lock's d rip's
your mur mar mer :
watch
sunk lips
taste wet shoes
wind in the heart )J.L.(
)your leaning fog...
fusilumínicos
esperpentos
-
Juan Ángel Italiano
bone loss
left the drawn fog home
was slappy fat or thin
a corner of's song face
a drain below
is knots and spoons
what fingered thumb
the plate its crack
beside the sidewalk
your gummy throat
a stunning hole
words fall out
loose shirt
matter
it's your marrow dream
Sunday, January 7, 2018
máscara
trashumante
burning maggots on the porch sed
de gorriones QUE ME INTEXTAN el
viento desescrito es la ruta de mi
rostro tezcatlipocante's next
ham boat's plume upside yr head )d
rank fog's gland tube( FULL FLOG
MOTE BOOM meats yr door laundry
aw gosh deck's boom hole the long
duck screen and flood steps
.bring a clod off yr th roat lis
t plunge debate FILE THE LEG
yr o wl dog blarks a cloud ,flags
and legs ,text knot s foam be
hind yr dumbster lake
Sobras
hay / pero oxidadas
-
Mario Santiago Papasquiaro
papada empapelada
lentejas
y monedas de árbol
mi
suero te abre y no sí sé
se
llena de aire del olvido
.un
lumbrecato es ,palapb
ras
al del sueño de mi
caldito
de letrado deletrado
,una
desesperación desnuda
sin
lana sin norte .pues
un
millón de pueses y
un
viento cálido ,de fiebre
era
,so ventana sin cri
cristal
y por la apertura
una
máscara se cuela
)antifaz
de fósil que
agüita
es( facial wind and
corn
con bruma ,en mis
zapatos
desalados y francos
al
tiro del día
Anduvo,
anduvo. anduvo.
-
Rubén Darío
dog pile
loss of throat I caved and
shone beside the night a
plunging focus sidling from
your single eye )licked was
clean( ghastly week and
weak my folded arm's re
fusal to be told .what's
root or sandwich ,grotto's
brimming wind next your
plate .yr dog returns ,d
ripping mud and phosphor
esence ,blind the other
eye your tongueless mirror
forget and cough