Tuesday, March 31, 2020






La Corona

eye torn saw's blood comb edged inder
flomd glack spled cross em spaem rundt
sand stwirls bloody window fleels clost
mumb fooot slist me itchly legg slabb me
sakg flought sed indorent why you me
yelling at clogandormently ,rangor mouth
wall closes an air cracks off ,was slaw and
dust was melt falter ,stringy tongue a a a
,furnace ,c'est une “crise cardiaque sans
flash” (Mathieu Nuss) y una barranca a a a
testada de bahsura somáticah ,thigh worn
in mud's wet bomb dredged the thinner
lake evaporant ,compaction slab and wreck
thudthudthud furls yr lost egg crust dissolves the
clangor brims the lint whines the days months leaks







Sunday, March 15, 2020






palillos del cielo

itch is fog eye
boil time sped ambiente
soon anger lint
pus sink suit
surf of shadows
tooth clash gloria
FAT CLOUD
lunch mud sueño trunco
sordomudo chunky lung
a regañadientes
azúcar bomb bushneck
ojo oil gag off yr
knis tub flog ggush
mute lip haw scrot
um gnot gluggulg
sot nape O flush
shut song door knot

said the house on fire said
stunk neck “chopsticks of the sky”

))unless hat lint fills your mouth(((

this is the gate of lead or flood
this the basement where a
frozen book regüeldo's s
ticky pages' night f
lickers smell your tongue
leave your hand c
limb your leg hand
dust coughing in the closet
where your sheeted shirts...

en el cielo tu carne se perdía”







Tuesday, March 3, 2020








eh he dicho

your ash divide declouder
an every ape congealed in oil
ash & itchy so a fork comb
actif sugar burns your throat
as clueless blind hogwash
hypodermics glinting in your
mouth said wack-a-mole
antifonética de tus dedos
indistintos antifónicos mas
cada uno fog and chains le g
and b urning books ,clamor
de sardine cans or plastiqued
sea .hate and hair peoms
,choose a turd – so choice
and steaming – nor stipulate yr
cacanada for the tune you off