plastic fish

the dream of thirsty salt )M. Dec.(

is a dream of a hole deep in crusty soil

a stone temple crowned with

crumbling combs )your hair's thrashing

fuses lit or lit cloud of gnats around the

detonator( dream of a spitting dream is

the spittle of yr eye afloat in a

glass of beer is your hand stumbling

through a submarine your kitchen the

lights went out in heavy rain you saw the

moon tremble in your left eye the right

a damp broken plaster wall it is your

shoe your shoe an efulg ent de-expect

oration thickening in a corner

)moon

eye combs

rain and pants(

la cueva abre su bocanube's

suit swirls in the tongue's

strong current fog asleep on a hill

drums under water ffootts

scrabbble alongg beaeach

BRIGHT SCRAPS PLASTIC

)“ 'bomb' actually loose wires,

rotting food”(

...la vit tourner dans l'eau noir...

- Gérard de Nerval