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