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