champ de guerre

hawsers roiled in their nests

is a windy hose the rashes

in your pants BRICKS LURK

IN THE OUTHOUSE )rotting

noon( your duffle eye in

flamed is the sea turns

its back explains the horse

nuts dreaming in your arms

a dream of a horse is the

dream of a melting window the

window a deafening fog sw

allows your museum of

hosiery and mortar

ants;;;

flat hull;;;

shadows on skin;;;

))lost yr feet yr socks float off((( ( ( ( (

lunch in the archive of

Ivan Argüelles' “Nocturne”

tomorrow he said

tall clalm a wristless throne

pop name a suture was

your ingle despistado

airline's mumble tine

floats off the handle

it's an itch pasado sí

transigente shaped as

legs dawdle and crumble

your call a

nombre en tu jugo

is finger fun screen

the at talked a c

loudless cl oud ape's

hit hidden in your

worm inexplosivo

cumbre de tu boom

me llega numbres

)nombre y sombras(

el futuro incaminante

con polvo rerefirmado

tornatrueno

in the cornerless wind yr

aftercloud arrives im

agine bubbles e ee e ee e eee e e

::: plundent feathers ei

ther eaten or was gamete

spat along the landbridge

)circular coast( EARS

CARVED ON BONES

OoiovoliouuoliLIO waalks

awway with s ticks are

code bags mirrors your

hands ,Coatl que te

abre la mano de paz )ppasaje(

noose

flood gristle

coughing the path

streaked with glare from

Jim Leftwich's “familiar lightning”

the electrician's thick luggage

the blistered wires tre

mble in your wall a

blunch of inslulation slwallows

“cocks of gold” a sting

ray rises from the toilet was a

cloud of afterglue “said your

armpit fork” MEAT MEET

METE )half the voters clay(

if guns were voices ,tongues

burn in the switches I

aimed outside the fuse

button

buzzing target

mute and flaps

against a curb

blooming and snored

was dogs lay down

dreamed of children

dream of children is

leaves swirling on

steps a crowd

pushes talking and

yelling the wires the

dream of the wires is a

sunset snake coiling in

the east

))eyes sting your explanation((

The past is an extreme of breath

- Retorico Unentesi

cutter

trick ham grins grind and

grind some day the glassless

meat your fingered face

a stunned blond cloud

:figured yr foot at least

.hush the gnats are sleep

yr bricked hand mind ,of

grunt and hunch toward

exit )tixe( tu tijera

y la lluviaaa

el camino olido

lipid dust ,cambiante ,fac

il mas ,no sin no sí sin

si your cast of shoppers

flavored with gasoline

it's a nostril brain

)hot hog face( fried

to said a deeper shot

table dripulation chew

it off ice banging

on the door the bar

bled

outer space

hair in ditch

your noisy ashhole br

eathes an itch your

faucet dreams la pared

de adobe con fotos de

aspirina es el sueño del

viento el sueño de mon

edas en el cogote del mar

la mierda de siempre

cadaver of endless time

- Ivan Argüelles

socks burning on the grave your

hot shat leg boiled off a

chained lake the shape you

drank stones stretched the heels

¿a present so small it don't exist

you “live in the past” but

past happened already it don't

exist future not happened yet

it don't exist you “live in the

future” has passed already

when are you when are you

writing this? la mierda inmortal

tod o mort-disant “so

squints a beak...of decimated

canine pulp”- I.A.

swallow

shoe's tongue

taste my blood

air fills yr clucking pants grease

“filthy seconds” at the wheel

“flies running in clouds” - I.A.

turning of your face's

turning : a shoe cancer dreams a

boat was the dream of

roots crawling in a coffee cup

sleep

flesh blanket

stones and wind

decimate

enraged the eye that corners

you embraced embrace the

shattered pole my iced

word shroud it was your

cumbrance gritty coldcut in

your sandwich thick with

socks' long walk across

a rutted cornfield was

your head ccrustedd wwith

aantsts and a rusty spoon

was your head crusted

with forks and a

creamy knife rewinds

your form of chewing

breakfast with an

ancient pill it was a

hand yanking at your

tongue what said what

said a dusty wind mum

bles in the edgeless weeds

moss and dice

defonetics swim my clut

tered face was “where”

my stunned fork mute is

stuck thinner in yr future

gone is was a nostril's

grinning light luggage

beast nestled on the stairs

was itchy was your spoken

shoe plunger through O

heaps of notes steep fool

risen to illumination in the

afterwind of your linguine bowl

fork

itchy leg

explication's liver cut

pen

fog

list

le visage armé

the dream of a carnival is the

dream of a brick sandwich in the

bread slick with mayo was a

brick once the dream of an

open window's now the dream

of a shoe the shoe's “celebrated

impact precursor...greatly naked”

)Jim Leftwich( before her endocliptic

sawitch and your sleeping cheese “the

brick's a book” ,nos sin aire ,and

your coughing ccoughing cccoughing a

)gun nodule pinched beneath your

hanging shirt( A FOUL FOOL WALKS

)“sty sensory sen-fire rites” - J.L.( wears

a hat dripping paint your hand your

sscrew - I swallowed the wall

it's brick you thinks she he says a

plummeting chair:

lint

caw breeze

face of arms

A FACE OF ARMS race of wars

and worms burning gravel... rock

and what generates rock

vast and empty the final O – Ivan Argüelles

the cream of arrival was the

stairs ,ascending from a boat

nos sin aire )eria nis son( my

dry sun-worm the page a burning leaf

...de ma chaîr naitra la rose ensanglantée.

- José-María de Heredia

wheatfight

sink o' shadows hah iiitchch

or ddreamed breakfast

was the lawn quivers with

plastic bags flying ants

left your eyes

wet smoke invasion

speed inside yr afterbread

FORGET FORGET tine's a

war “Je n'ai pas le temps de

perdre mon temps” - Ben Vautier

vision in a knot cluster

driftless bandage

driftless bandage

)black coin on a white coin(

scratch and scr atch

Lavandería Nombre

flagmentario el fin a

dosado de mis tumbas truecas

enboiled nor afta afta

depleasantries asleep in a b

urntout doorway hace meses

sin cagarse what's up abra

cadabra enematic proliminal hat

chet...? ...had-as... uh uh de

decomentario me perdí el cogote

milenario ha lustros y lastres llagas

y llamas que te llaman “nos”

sin aire .enflagelada informática

que te traga el nonombre... ay tu

melody instantiated enters relentlessly

por algo será, algoteado es

)ubre ubre ubre ubrE(

Con dos versos de Jim Leftwich, de su libro

Transmutations of César Vallejo

NEW BOOK

OLAS CURSIS

by

John M. Bennett

Written mostly in English, with some poems in Spanish, or mixtures of the two languages, Bennett's new book, with its multiple voices and forms, including some visual works, continues to challenge or befuddle the tired, cliché-ridden world of North American poetry with poems like this: skin skin soon the shore turd cries re meantless imbrication of the sh adow water where your feet was gone ? impaction ,cloud ,funnel vision of the blut was left its shroud of flies its stony maggots where the beak onnce spspurt ,congoja conjugada con el horizonTe na nada es y nádame el pellejo vacío ,aire ...sous l’horrible peau que flotte... - José-María de Heredia

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manojo

what haft thunder ,halfed in

ner yr outer ear's dank

fist ,contamination where

the eye don't go .light rat

tles down a wall your

hand's lost the dream

of a ghost is the dream of a

cigarette smoldering in an

ashtray; the dream of the

ashtray was the dream of your

hand held open to catch the

rain )este piano viaja para

adentro( what nit

picking nightmarish in

sectiles' sound po

ured on the butts and buts

con clavos oxidados en la

la boca que habla que habla

es un fridge que abre y abre

cierra que cierra la puerta bl

anca Ah, what now vamoose,

serving yourself nothing

salida

pues ay

que silenciarte pues

la mano un gozne

entre sí y

ojno es

adanal ←

los más soberbios bemoles

Gracias a Aaron Flores por dibujar el título.

a Bibiana Padilla Maltos por soñar de espectros,

y a Jim Leftwich por las frases de su libro

Transmutations of César Vallejo, y a César Vallejo

por haber escrito dos de los versos aquí perdidos

erofeb

yr sandal brims ,final

coffee wells before the

walk's ,ssllabb neck t

urns away before the

hole ,rabbit tw itchicth

was yr nostril velvet

facedown in pea soup

crawl and fly ,your species

gassed before the sea

merienda por fin

in the shelf a shadow swallowed

in heaving lunch elotes y lumbres

was brûme disant was un toldo

explicándose en el aire de la

tarde oscura no te puse

el agua adrede no te abrí el

pecho... starved death is a

harbinger to remember veins y

venas verás de frases pegajosas, la

cocina alumbrada con orinas

)mask, usual with simpering, to hum

iliate the avenue( la esencia in

esencial lo que vale son las

caras las caras las car al ras

)episodio de periódico inmortal(

Con dos versos de Jim Leftwich, de su libro

Transmutations of César Vallejo

echohce

entered the lapser MIS

PIESCRITOS ILEGIBLES

por la a cera detextual fog and

shoes a mord ant drib bled thin

gaze o cacahuates de bruma and

a c lever thorn squeals against

glass' forgotten storm revived

,shapely wind )yr face sh redded

jaw sin sílabos( CON UN OJO

SALTADO is ice ? is fork ? is

melting key ? was sugar chewed

be neath yr bed en el diván una

palabra palimpincesta

(soy)

mi

mundo inmundo

es ,e invisible

fractal

entro inentro

plumífero me como

dish

frijoles de

aire de frijoles

less

y más

ni menos es

ruta

cama oscura

como agua es

in

my age a boat

my tooth a snore

my itching back a

lung number ,washed out

wall ,letrero sin letras

lentes de grasa que te

caen por la cara

L e L e e e L L e L e e L L L l

es el lago que te

habla desde los pies

ándale pues in your

thumb a pin your

hhand a bbreadth

edge

or coin

coin or ambulation