Monday, July 30, 2018
el grito de las
nubes
lick the back of a mirror and
take a nap me hablan unos
chaneques ,seres de vidrio lí
quido a dream of a bird in a
cloud is sand dunes
hovering like storms is your
hand trembles before your face
PINZAS Y PLUMAS
eat
gas bone
bruma y tenedor
la chaneca inRisible que me
ríe ,adrede creo ,a wing of
itchy lunch ,throated claw your
deexplanation's friable glass of
water de tu “smuerte sin fin”
))slopping center ,arena of
glittering cars ,trash
tower burning at the vortex
La
lluvia tarda horas en cortarse las venas
-
Mario Santiago Papasquiaro
¡no
,no puedes!
mind the time yr k
not's collapsed deBATE
a shore thing re
fogged your sNAIL sm
oking up your sleeve's
SLIME ARM ,inreactant
leached a pAGE
infogdent's sloppy wall
et )again(
sanded
to a shine .tus
huevos dereinfectantes
que te duermen en el
papantalón )Pantaleone
que te ronca en la
dermis caracal(
¡ábrame ,muérdame ,no
te permito leerme!
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
august flood
sleep ,suck ,end o crine
didict until your h eated swallow fell away
hotel cicada flight ,speaking dolls
pool of rice ,nude brooms
,sticks sing .hug the suit your words'
gravel weaving under hot ice
Found
in Jim Leftwich's
“The
Kigo River Floods in August”
HICUCU FIFTEEN
damn fog nit
shame and shade
your rabbit
focus white
like washer
wind recalls
paw and fuss
seem nor was
embolic
shoe injects
walk on high
faster death
dumb and count
claw and blind
snel yr tuc
sneer boom left
bought the wall
no luggage
fell no snake
deformed
swim and bite
sleeper claw
mist when hare
sucks yr neck
reblow is
not your sneeze
knob nor spew
weeds and snake
leafy view
end you know
really crisp
grimy page
slept in fire
pool you wake
it's dry it's
sheet and drool
Saturday, July 21, 2018
you or you
you will die when the bees
sleep beneath your chair
you will die when the bees
wake up beneath your chair
you will sleep when a leaf
grows beneath your tongue
you will sleep when a leaf
burns beneath your tongue
you will speak when a hammer
turns in your cheek
you will speak when a hammer
splinters in your cheek
you will remember when a window
melts in your back
you will remember when a window
shines in your back
you will eat when the floor
is red with ants
you will eat when the floor
is black with ants
in tlilli in tlapalli
lake switch
words before cold the door
inches remnant of sleep
lacustrine syllables or some
thing wet his legs a grassy
shadow creaking in a labyrinth
of rivers comb your pants and
eyes writing breeze wrapped
in a mask's dense ants scarred
with dust with liquid words
bloody overleaf at the
fingers' origin tossed out the
entrance wet Intensive Care Unit's
gasping fish depronouncing a
red hieroglyph writhing in gravel
Distortion
of recombinant lines from
Ivan
Argüelles' Sonnets 39-40, 46-50
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
fog pole
en raft ohn
meatster ssmm
oke p late r
ises
high tree face
leaves or fog
buildemia
th ink sk
ull be low y our
foot
t
)a neck in bed (
≈
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
s tick
is
fun no
logck
but
nastrum
gloire
drummy
shoe
stink
lost's flood
engagment
sweeping
turdspeak
)runny
corpsid,,,
was
flaked for
exogenous
peeling
black
stick left
│
piso de
concreto
ataúd del aire
subo por un sueño sordo
a dream being tortured by
Ray Johnson is a bridge of
crumbling bricks the bridge
a gray sky slowly flying ants ≈
if
not a person trembling marble
in a section of wind a small
glass in the ink cave your
coins of light blade turning
in water the door's root
falls from your sleeve
[condensate
from Ivan Argüelles'
Sonnets 35-38]
≈
cloud mirror your mask of rice and
termites black shirt pounding the
door streaked with oil tus
hijos enterrados foco estrellado
de dolor en tu cara caída
MONONDAR LA MUERTRE LA
MUMUERTE LA MANDADA
CARTera de legajos del Principio Vacío
“vivir
será andar a ciegas entre una multitud violenta”
-
Juan Ángel Italiano
Sunday, July 8, 2018
your voice must
rise
a grunting phone a
heart escapes fence o
púas fascistas las de cianuro's
gasping lake me duermo
en un balcón de carne
is my pocket with a sticky K
key - deep laundry swallowed -
your thoughtless spoon
sucks in nor light es
capes s lack hole in
fests with flies * * *
tables piled with hair
: ¿what flawk stream wh
at b lank m ask HUH h alf
et?
it's a river sluggish with
corpses
: a golden mannequin slumps
in's
consistent diarrhea
“speak spik speaaaaak”
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
slop slop slop
sueño sordo sudo like
sez what else impales
your thudding chest fork
\ aim a day \ inspastic dr
inking-clod teeters on a
neck was moon splashing
in a bowl : your whist
led cork's a loaf a twisty
tune cage ,left contamination
paw the floor & smear
the doorknob spit
f lab
aft er “sl eep”
y our wri thing sn ore
~offal flag drip
in basement wind
is your book your tongue contracted
thin and shallow in a sandwich
son de torta senda-sueño sudo
suero de sesos subolvidadizos
, , ,
depusilánime
s weat sc
issors
sw eat sn ore sw um ((( la
bhasura de mi sueño nunca
hojo ladeado ,orbe ghrasiento
en mis dheditos ehmbrionales las
nhubes rhoncan en mi rhespiración
ache con ache gotas de
insecticida en la lhengua de
hule ,lhengua de huaracheh
desandandoh )tus sesos y tijeras(
)con gelatina encontrada en
“Oda
a Papasquiaro” de Ivan
Argüelles(
the tree is a hand a
pproaching yr eye a
mirror thrown in a lake your
tongue gristle spat on a road
≈
as dust
fills your shirt