Friday, April 13, 2018

left over

antacid of my funneled eye yr
outer short vests my
towel and bbriefcase ,short the
eye sites long a severed inch
yr drunken chair falls off off
,it's ham and ice ,blanket cr
usted with yr lamp was broke
next week ,stomach lined with
lint .if the voted gun thrown
in a gut ter woke if the
am munition jangled in yr
pocket if the ear enters
an eye ,tastes yr fumes
and blooded rug yr lunch
crawls down a throat yr
claw it up if if if was
n or sewer spoke below the floor

El traje que vestí mañana...
- César Vallejo


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