en sortant
rush ,ton visage une
lunch
crapulous soggy ,dreamed
f
rottage de mes genoux
the
sticky rice the rusty
ladder
the coiled lentils on
your
bed o weight of rain the
limestone clouds exhale
yr
feeble sleep beside the
pret
zels you forgot ,si
nking in the scummy tub
where you hocked up that
plan
tain like yr fingered
neck
Et ma tête s’éloigne de
mon corps
- Vicente Huidobro
chew the sand s aw d
og led the stip pled s
hed where just the skull
remained )foundered( in’s
encaustic shirt the )sleeve
stuffed with dessication
bees
the( sleeve of wind ~ ~ )Tlaloc
b links the rain a
tunnel
through yr suits me in
,uh ,time emit
emission’s
,rusty ,sunken sedan its
algae eye my hard neck
and gu ttered tr out
crawl ,spill the peas
,the
flicker says
...has rendered
ehtooms/as hierro...
- Olchar E. Lindsann
charnel
acetaminophin
,gut “check”,yr
:boil condition .slumping on the
shore was ,omnivaricose
or
,shuddering from the
foot .who
replies ,eats me ?termite thu
ndering beneath the
ladders
where yr jockstrap’s
stre
tched ,Hun Hunahpu holds
the
windy hair yr tonsured
mouth .Fog
and Lunch
I
wrassled “you”
or,,, ?the
hungry shirts stippled
spots and charred...
...yellow
tissue paper in the
mouth...
tongues sticking out...
- Ivan Argüelles
way enhancement
the ringing foot the
clustered frost the
peldaño pensativo al
caer la loess ,mound
slumps dim across the
field where the
tlacaquetzal eats his
cheese .in amoxtli
pusulecto an the walking
song yr end inculcates
where the fisted verse
burns your socks .wob
bles on the blood-strung
stairs
...y nadie dijo nada.
- César Vallejo
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