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