dentorno de mi ,nudo nulo la claca
apestosa cake oh chore slapped wit
greasy waves ¿qué veo? enster labo
ratorio que te hespero en la
hesperión mútil )osa( dormida
en mi bed the blankets stink I
saw the flag light spittled in the
window crashed mi jaqueca en el
lavabo sunk my sudden shirt
.a loud it was and my crage uh
“cage” a whistle outside the door

Lake Lucre

lubber you ,nut lobe ,craca spender
lo que throaty se hunde ,piece a
,fonar ,fumar ,fumo .chose the
“lugck” tube )was a nota( ham
duh chaser clam and lift the lid
.onda’s left ,el aire’s lift ,la clo
aca’s corn and shingles get the
pan .sartén ahogado like my
face nickel ,twenny pesos
in the lake

Couch Slash

slash rinse and hop the
cash lamp sorda rending to
be spindle the sample the
suckage throat ah what’s
densely brought ,table’s heaving!
grist or grease ,tongue or tank
,threads focused and your wallet
leans against a dog .the bubbled
loop sped or fraught the couch

Fíjate

esta slug uts este torn
asol la tuna de mi throat
ringles to mine lámpara
age of ache ,ester floated
,piragua ,oreja ,dedo mojado
donde slept I wrassled off
the aire or nigh breathed .he
aded tored the misty wall
.a skull flamed there a sh
orter leg than time or
“time”

Them

chem ‘em knot ‘em lord ‘em tale
‘em blow ‘em chew ‘em clock ‘em so ‘em
et ‘em rincón ‘em fan ‘em coin ‘em sore
‘em name ‘em slot ‘em chupar ‘em it’s ‘em
tumble ‘em tongue ‘em tumba ‘em tone
‘em no ‘em loan ‘em twist ‘em haw ‘em
queso ‘em dense ‘em lomismo ‘em can
‘em nod ‘em nulo ‘em nido ‘em nuts ‘em

Closet Issue

issue ants and lungish what he
spread across the tongue the mirror
or cristal la puerta congelada ets
yr fogus what I masticated thru
el crepúsculo grasiento or huh huh eat
the lovetly torta dripping with yr
nombre ,what I crenellated what
I plastered with your red and glue
)or seized the lobster sprawling
in your closet(

After Cielo

“issue”? after hall .or haul the
ambidextra toward the pared des
calcificada nuttin reft mis ven
tanas en cruz y los libros que
mados .la camisa se hunde la
foto ,tissue for air ,soup mi so
pa seca slabrosa mi prensamiento
.falto de rizos me pierdo en
el “espejo” que no es nada like
that ,es rice es rugs es tem
blor que abre el cielo

Restraint

rudder ,rutter ,tumble ,flake or
fake shoes dancing on the wall
your puzzle names the sho
ulder where my neck whistles
.dug a wall or tube a mural
there a crackly story y la
flauta .caulk the nemesisal
antimatter behind your fork your
forking lifter or pared between
the whirleds .“where” the
smoke retrains

Ah Haw

laughter an lifter an looter an
luggage tumbled in yr puddled
suit what ticket clouded in your
cornered eye whap sizzled that’s
my crenellation or a knot in a
tone around the doors like
teeth bullet nacre fluctuation
or un flujo gusanal un torbellino
intonso twisted in me throat I
coffed it inanout

Just a Comb

justa hanka hair a needle sor
ta floppy an I bunst the meater
paid the faucet dlangled out the
wall I aged yr stone cube
hematosis sagging duplex scored
ehn chugger flinger )cloudy oh(
saws an sed no me abro la
boca boligrafiada .ets uh ch
ange changó ,mis tunas pod
ridas an a dlusty comb

Happy Meal

pestel ,pesto ,pestered pancake pla
cated or my ashole listed up for
lease or loss oh but que es eso
una muestra horológica that’s the
trick .slaws the fork or ing
path yeah ok por eso .so headed
down what’s left a gleafly one
with glizards an a brig stone
head .so my plate’s a formal
crackoff ,I eat with joy

Was It a Nap?

bullt ,or “it” “et” “at” ‘s a kinda
hot o off the crawlsalot .deng sho
otin’ fog what tongue’s not there
)ho mattock( dozens buzzins ,ept
to ,fonografics ,spidery ,clumpy
trees far off to left an how
ling prim ates the scrawling lunch
.spilt or sat or set or sit...
closed my hands and folded my eyes

White Lungs

betcha never huh ?dab the do
nut an yr clot hamper that’s yr
fog wrassle ,spot a beat ,mimo y
mismo lo ,que trenza cae del
techo y mis wrinkled coins listen
,can’t you ,but what’s the ,not
,just nada mind .the cave with plas
ter teeth the river with plaster
eyes the mouth with plaster lungs...

Bat Bent

bent to stomach call the sandbox
thrash an wrinkle all the thumbs
you an corner you an bees
you an toweling in your ashpit
whatta gasoline you coined wha
tta glristening you faced the
toltec stammered in the
stream steam clouded was
with gnats an crusts of
walls some writing “like” a
thumb was opened to a
book of “endless blood” a
tomb silvered with bats

Half Empty

yr water hat dance yr topiary
shoe leakage stood up straight
the upper floor rumbling in the
faucet you were gargled soaking
fist inside yr mouth blubber mask
like a chicken corpse yr face
whistled in the towel knot a
cross yr throat just breathe
and swallow all that hose the
window panes are melting
like your eyes floating in a glass

In Your Pocket Folded

the puzzle nostril coughing at my
dripping shirt oh lung a way
or ,what’s a called an “a”?
your finger aimed the headache
hole is oozes double tongued
what standout mildews that’s
the moisture’s ring a numb
er in yr backside where my
archive thinks forgets
.the question gleaming in your hanky

Sedimentation

sung the buzza lake me
trestle sagging long the
wetness down there .pour
and skim ,no slab release
or tousled .ah my hum
doom ,my wrist collapsed
beside the boulder where a
drizzling thumb... what’s
the cost deposit what I
said at’s matted in the
stinking trunk

Sot Wood

bull dour ,map lint ,truss
fungus and a painted wall
.with heads and guns ,a
flower in the skull or
“lantern” hissing from re
lease .the pace of lum
ber sinking in the beach

Clumb Up

change the ladder coughing sla
b the tenedor against yr blooding
eye so that’s the crispy dung the
askew focus in yr shirt lubri
cation name it for me so that’s
a “fork” .up an runging ,half
plodded like a tank beneath
the thirst oh comb yr ton
que y fumar la revista vis
ta )what thinks below yr chair(

Sopa de Arroz

bush cracked casas de lodo
tu fanganal de cesta ,in
cesto cuando en el espellejo
miras un cocodrilo or soupy
finger wagging in yr ashole
.no no ,cómetelo .funny time
all right ,whadda heapa thrash
!mortífero ,muleta ,mondar the
pencil ,kinna limp it was
,where the rice leaked out

Smoke Text

blang nudder sumpin stinky in that
book you tossed between yr
knees was that a rotten cat
head an orange with sticky hair
?the faucets sing the bathtub
crawls with smile my belt my belt
is twisting like a thumbnail where
the beetles cluster .wave yr feet
,lung bugs ,push yr nodding off the
smouldered page

A Knot

pull yr coffin toward the fridge a
stool inside is grinning like a
turd your laughter ziplocked in a
coldcut wallet greasy thumbed a
spinach misted on the walls a
trashcan tumbling toward the steps a
finger raised your sleeve a
hoser slapped against yr face a
thumping slows behind the door a

Landfill

your flist cash your neeed le
aim of ,lunk test ,shaman
kneeling in the muck .the head
birds an a drift of brags a
gainst yr leg your leg itch
enchantment craws outside
the gated cave .your lum
py throat your crystal th
umb your woven hair
.an insolation and an opened hand

Tusd

flag the dust and neck the
dust and time the dust and lose
the dust and grunt the dust
and pill the dust and climb the
dust and name the dust and claw
the dust and mumble the dust
and bill the dust and fold the
dust and number the dust and
lick the dust and bolt the dust
and dry the dust and fill the
dust and vote the dust and
bomb the dust and fly the dust

One Bloom

the 1 lumber the 1 ash the 1
whistle the 1 folder the 1 pile
the 1 fog the 1 pistol the 1
it the 1 blanket the 1 lake
the 1 pause the 1 stumble the 1
chunk the 1 cough the 1 so the
1 clock the 1 thumb the 1
muscle the 1 gas the 1 start
the 1 contenido the 1 fusil the
1 ladder the 1 lather the 1
weather the 1 suit the 1 death
the 1 sand the 1 need the 1
flower flopping on my wallet

Seen

wish for dog and ,guest re
lease you wish for sore
and toilets wish for closets
bright with burning shirts a
cucumber rotting on the
windowsill you wish for
ice and boiling clouds a
plunge into the scummy
lake with hair you
wish for eyes and legs
a doorway filled with eggs

Hee Hee

tops the shadow waves the
leg a name condoors a
pusilánimo que gates and
slams your foto nods why
vendedor an soupy fell in
to the bowl .such an legup
such an sodden shirtsleeve
slagged across yr face
.misturation ,combnation
,lagorrhea an nothin tops
it off .have nickel an
float yr giggling tonsil

Leaden Lids

draped the faucet with yr
tongue an what’s to re
member ?isolation in the
craw up there ,tanto monta
sugar .streets and plastic
bags ,fog machines shudder
in the banks an you turn
the grifo for a distant sp
urt .pinch the waffle an
open all the coffins in yr face

What I Said

what I guzzle what I waffle what
I ambulate what I order like
what I single what I multiplate
or a sandwich what I slug
inside my cheeks’ a ball of
ants I what I swing an
slug what I sombra what I
somber what I salad in my
pocket soggy with yr
vinaigrette and caulk’s
it what I sampled in the
waiting room what I stoned
outside the wall what I bal
anced on the thundered tongue

Static

fustigante ,fibrillation ,fono
pestel where yr crispy
neck inhaled )the glassy
sand( a pustule or a
pancake ,waves of lad
ders crashing on a beach
your sloshy “thought” ,pro
ceso de ,cesspool gleaming
in a cave you sleeping at
the mouth where bats and
bees are swirling some
thing static in your throat

Neolipic

age of clamplight chew the
page condensation sort of fogus
in my eye I chaining you
each link a guess .what the
bubble said was that a gum
.lock the ash against my
throat an fumble bees my
head my nod my chummy
vacuum steeping tiny
pots of blood .yeah ,it’s
tool creation ,chipping at the knee

Knot Is

is grunt is foam is rot is
palace is lung is sugar scum
is long ice and dirt is
pun is slave is root is map
is rice is ink is rat is
meander is nuts is fork
is stammer is lock is
smell is headache is aim
is tumor is embolism is
must is make is low
is tube is tune is got is
bleeding is rabbit is wind is knot

Mud Bath

muddy hamster or your leg in
tusion clogged the stop an
gristle loudly hammed and
coughed the fog .utter its
and that boiling clutter in your
shoes could dust retain ?w
hat measle toed the line ?it’s
a ratty bullet “lodged” against
your spine and so you “think”
.dozens and buzzing .use of
foghorns and the street fills
with soppy clay your towels
floating

Illumination

aim the loops and cluck the
way’s a head a lapping
back to toilets and your
brimming bowl .my soup my
fundus cashed and blinky
.ape your mirror retraction
spin beside the crackers
where your hand’s an it
chy basket ,tubular
,lessor phonemed ,gushed
with ants and icecubes
,stunning like a lightbulb