Tuesday, June 5, 2018


the lugg age d ream's
a ladder pierces wall
your leg climbed with mud
neck slaw
rust sandwich no me chingues
tu viaje vaticinio vortecinio viticinio
ha cia la bboca
que me llena de escaleras y
tortas de c a l c e t i n e s
the taxi's inversion cries
)asleep in the greasy trunk(
una pulga

...la piojera poligriya de mis días...
- Juan Ángel Italiano


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