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