mOneda

≈ suitcase floats in the basement was≈

my teeth on edge of glass stairs are

water and grass my fone whistles

barks ¿is what stone drips

from ceiling? o cielo

incacazante inalcanzadble

fonética del trueno del

tornillo serpentífico

de mis intextinos

fofos

podridos

en el aire

humedanzante

●

baile de los

relojes

ahogándose

en las venas

etiquetas blancas de

la suitcase

rezan sobre un

destino nulo

lourde et invisible

adoquines transparentes avec des

poissons condamnés

●

c Oin glints in the mud

BDOOR DBOOR CLOUGD

téatl

“...sock puppets stuffed with

rotting vomit...”

the time this fire next thumb re

gagement cloud en fática es

bricks swirling in sky was

tongue dance in sea's

damp flame yr

shirt pocket tore off

mouth's thready lint is

cave thunder sky's big eye turns

east where windows climb to black

TÉATL TÉATL TÉATL

IZTACTLILTicIZTACTLILTICIZTACTLILTIC

my pants were mud flags

flapping wetly in absent

wind breath past burning door

past flooded dumpster

“...spineless leaking bags of

rancid diarrhea...”

x

chalchihuite

sssevered hummingbird sleeps down the

steps parts tumbled on a stone disk

yr shoulders' vowel soars

hot speech pages hover

                                           ◄a los pies de Coatlicue a voice

a sphere smokes and rattles next the

curb was writing out rope's syntax glyph

wavers where the head once is is you barking

in a cave un cuerpo descuartizado mur murs in

my mouth's greenstone blackens in the pool's scarlet fire

a sentence listens

the transmission

dri

ps

After Iván Argüelles'

“The Terminus It Is Being a Man”

...ant path...

oink shadow resonance wa

tch the wall colrelapse

es ensic shoe en deble d

tiny mouth reek ,the

hell is ,g on e shitty

down steps dead hands fart in

ri sing sea )”el

inmenso rumbo de las

hormigas! el mar sin

alas como tambores

que caen!”

- JMB after Iván Argüelles after JMB (

leaking shadow in the

hair-filled cellar

≈≈≈

la tumba que deseas

tumba del viento inrevisible

son pasos de piedra

ojos encerrados

,cera y moscas y cucharas,

Él...

“...who because he was

born stupid, seems to

want to take his revenge on all.”

- Carlo Emilio Gadda

. . .

speed

in siezure's sea wave clots

afterfork steam release a

drunken turd faucet leg ice

endangered is or was thumb

inside yr eye nor flavor

of your linty deacceleration

laughterglow sleeps down

hill was greasy ambulation

deshambolistic aembolism p

opping in your brain .is

cough and crumbles ,runny

spig got omnivortex swir

ling plastic bottles toothpicks

tampon inserters it's the wind

you see ,afloat on blood's horizon

 

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ojote

The Putrid One

,,,urine-soaked,,,

aintentación de ingritar un

fono inreaparecido fog onazo

pulcro mas encagado : mi

hueso humeronte era : os

cura luz nadándose en la

subsurficie ola ginosa mi

ahgblar mi rhumbo tumpaladar

TIANGUIS DE MÁSCARAS

pisapapeles del viento

pisapapeles que por las ramas altas

v u e v u e l a n a n

imberbes

mudos

machacaditos

t r a n s p a r e n t e s

“EMBADURNADOS CON UN JUEVES

REINEVITABLE”

cristalinos aguaceros

tecolote de oro

TU OJO AZUL CARMESÍ

( )))peluca pipijosa((( )

O

“...también con una soga...”

- César Vallejo

DO IT

Paint It Black

Paint the lenses of your glasses black.

Wear them for 1 day.

Break the lenses.

Off

Press your face to a TV screen.

Foliage

Stand soaking wet in a bathtub.

Think about a tree.

Shut Up

Put a key in your mouth.

Manipulation

Put time and change in your pocket.

Put your hand in your pocket.

Snap your fingers in your pocket.

Tide

Drip water in your ear.

Dust

Chew a piece of matzoh.

Spit it out.

Drink water and sigh.

Astronomy

Draw the moon on your face.

can hoscuro

dog lung ,stark ladder

dragged across lawn

steps knives tongue

spiderwebs your

filter clogged with

clotted milk

mask dances on a

pole in wind it's

your empty

shoe rain

glints

barking

windows

nostrils

sspeak

os cur