Thursday, December 31, 2009

Promenade

dog and shammer net and flee
ing nuts .... “cracker” folds o
ver la calavera de ¡mi pie! ];;
;[ je marche et tu|||corner
ing ,,, tense ,,, clouded with a
nickel or a phonebook it’s a lea
f ººº blown of f f f f f f




Rodenten

juggles and rims the neck suit tr
embles in my foam˚˚˚˚˚˚˚us
e of lamps under water ,,,that’s t
he string !!thud up straight nut
wiggle ~~~~~ drew the slimy g
land and hand hole thing ggg in
ches ,chevril ,sand wallet .busts th
e tune and numbers 6666666 in my
)).gravy.(( oh I’d float away I’d
aim my hamster ::: at your face





tod


uh heat heap
“o cae”
dot
euq
ereumecan

“!”







plew


spummer
umm
erk

k.k.k.k.k







“eek”

chure
rro
|||
ond
“ear”







cloat

ya
nanda y
a nimbio y
ayy argolina
¡¡¡::¡¡¡
o





h

ogmet
rico
n
min
ari
ooooo
k






omb

uner
“omb”
ran
er
“s”
s"s
"

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

smog


whogun
shore ,shaper
ẹ ẹ ẹ

yule





the gleam


rolling slumber
my “my” rid

snot toast





dew


utter factoid
puke the radt
here an now

.





rump


skull school
slaw ,nap ,led

))lead((






raw


bore whole
-job-

runny leg






a

blablat
babean
babort






Lahst

slobby was...:...:...lacked the cage [[ ]]
jaw slag ah my tent..........tative dupe
an sluggish longer bet I //// dumped my
throat ;;;;;;......._ _ _ seaweed or a
shoe the dust gas the ˚˚˚ driven bent
ohn blatter my foggy supper my::::oso
flucto and my dripping wings,,,,,,,my
\\\ chest humming with a phone o o o





Forking Window

the loot loop the :: cuadratic craze
rises on the wall the ceiling is it
“safe?” your ladder swimming in the
lake or was that a street ? ¿ ¿ ¿
loose your earlobe locks? my gasoline?
[[ ]] page the door phase of cri
ckets heard inside the head it’s winter
.your cake fall breathing on my kit
chen floor my sack of forks falling
out the window




Viaje

said shadow said shoulder said
rolling on the steps a knotty cl
uster in my foamy mouth a loo
p of cracks shining from my leg a
half a lens fallfalling out my ear y
our noose clock hissing in the ph
one I slept inside my wallet and
counted all the logjams inside my
wrist my boulder said my sand
which said my strolling on the
lugugage

Monday, December 28, 2009

The Foggy Kitchen

cussing the tooth bomber comb ;;;;;
spray and boil ººº sheeeeet stunner
... the soothing rat lake ,twice snored
,flavor of a stool ,,,,, that face fake th
at pooloooooo I where there traced the
vice blink sed your dribbling glass,,,,,,
my brush across my mouth rushed my
sodden moon OOO labors labors th
rough that moldy bagel beneath the
table lost beneath the ceiling lights
and mist




9 or 7 ?

cash an hamsters ,,, booming sausage
trouble in the boats my liberation cor
ner ripping off the “suit” my chanchres
dribbling soot ]] [[ the nasal short the
::: lashing trust the - - - - - - wind boot
))instigation(( levers the crumbled wall
where << >> steps usta be I slee
ping inna maze a meant to folding all
those socks .a useless door |||| re train
the rats and tear a number off the
clocks




et


blobbo
limination

guh guh guh





buh

chinews
frac
“turd”
..





tie

morbo
lentic
jugger soap

faw knot





unt

ranst an
/ / / / /
flel off

(





er


gap glass
]] [[

oh yetz





rue you


fog loop
the driunk
saw

lip

^^^

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Gn

faster lapper gust --- o mud an f
lour ,clot meat ºº my pace slip ;; sc
udding towels ,where the laundry bud
,,,ged ''' a dusty noodle in my sh
oe , growling fog my finger s liced
- - - - ,,,,, dropping last .... the fatt
er blood );;;( oscillation and a g
newt lingers in the leaves ___ m
y dou ble so ng ng




The Poached

chew my sand chew my ink b[]ottle
dust’s a : : : : : flash meal ,the st
orm cream g...listens in my su it
'''s a toilet fulla nickels ooooo O
a lOOt squat ,,, col lapsing ,,,, my
leg ]])dung metal([[ my handed
glue my ““think”” ing g lottis’
just a....... stream of eggs





such one


aw blam
righty forked

done dud






rat muzzle

now
krick
taste






short shoe


bundle
lack )or lock(

)( )( )(

Monday, December 21, 2009

gun loom

breath
so sog
guy






frab

] ] ] ]

yes you
gland






chirp

pustule
moult
the hammer grout

. . . : . . .







Watch It

the brick sneeze:::::: bolster your ,ash
lapper,,,,, [hogs] an ::: dice your pill
ow lock the [[]] gosh test an Name yr
fiddling........unit compaction or a ““line””
of g nats ..... fold my suit an dry. t
he flag lopper,,, holster ,,,cash,,, m
ice rust le in my,,,,sock what tIMe it
is¿¿¿¿




Coat

fumble an,,,,scout stop jot ,,,nooser
friendly;;;;muscle flagger - - - sp
read in wind - - - - - the tunnel O f
ulla fl ame spout twist the cashless
glue:::bottled heave ......the runny g
ame,,, down my leg,,,, was fireants,,,,, t
hey left me ay : c left my eye in
side a listed sleeve - - - - -

Friday, December 18, 2009

boats

roller one
sag cute
chopper float

ply





alter water

, , , , , , , , , ,

dot dot dot

muse





funnel


dust lab
nuh blob

***

howl an hall





One Leaf

hostile merit an some:::boot scum...t
he waddled ferret,,,,gun butt che
wed )))osculation((( o bvious like,,,
a swallowed tongue a a a a a a a a
//soon to said;;whistling ,crud con
trol I shot an shout )take my
lung(( )( the colder pages




The Cost

boss mute ;dung ham sttttutter r r c
âme thunken lest the slooup yr mu
zzle >>>><<<< ““g ate”” spotted g
land ))ogland(( g listened in my pock
et was some,,,,hash an gashup ...the
clunky loot in the seat of your pants th
e :::ought to..the lung rumble ,,,,the list

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Lunch

caw claw,,loom dust.an necks spra
wling///whine sink ,the scuttled
cage lifter,,,moss and souppppp
splllashed before the _ _ linted clo
ud oh gas --- ]shape[ my hand
in rice the log booms ooooO s
tone an slaw )( crusty sack (((t
he time stink)))) my folding sh
adow ,fo cused :::::: it’s p p p p
age




Heh

brain or fog sent thumb the eye
plate drizzle ,,, // said eh noose O
long comb wafting down the hall be
leaf puzzled = = sandwich dream :: tee
th .scald my lumpy ;;;; foot an chain
gristle held long above ˚˚˚˚ the hig
hest step \\\ I could swallow I could
float and crash . . . . an numb my
face . . . . loose my nom laughing





sue


lado nícteo
endo

clinic





o o o
cloud

numb
er
next





lieber

chain
- - - -
g
love
nt

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Don’t Slam It

sk ape the he ad misturation lake
a pee mict ]] [[ lo ng lun g g rowl an
ch ase the c age ]] [[ dropped in
to the ]] [[ see thing toil et nuage
]] [[ light money ,bom bed the do or
foo l ]] [[ c oughing in the jui ce
fenêtre la ] [ [] fermer la porte




The Addition

the breaded shadow of your comb less
than looming what I balked in side
your laughter shave ,leaping leaking
tests the faltered lungage where I
bleeds the tumbling hair .slacks sla
pper bombs the toilet flushing ,the thu
mbing libps crashed aside I headed
shallow toward the home was booming
,caulked ,dried and waved .useless
tore the lipless one ,rain crawling in
the basement




duck


moth lake
meat lace
place of lint

often dead





doom


rubber ham
the bag bursts
louder lung

knotty dime





tough chew


chunks of
whistle
.,.,.,.,.,

leaner





drawl


gas and dream
moco lint
best to cray

itchy faucet....





silks


gosh ,gosh sand
try tamping
_______


walk a while





drum durm


dead jewel
writer’s sock
sported chubby

leaks





step

due crust
matter
lact

:::::
toes





matter flatly


bleed me astray
yes blood

strong nods





register the slip


both of it
bender club

mock mot

Monday, December 14, 2009

morf

busted fewl
the lug nest
d
rat





shot it

drag the corn
loot loose
-f-
law
.





chub


dam dot
n

bit end

:





jewel


nuts lake
,,,,,,,,

kakgag

o





loner


pus
tool

my ?face





///


doc k lac k

sum barking

should




Brûle

making maybe :: orison carré les
points normatifs )::( long spouting
lung ;;;; they said ,brilliant crust ah
sombre /// the loud lapse ]an gate[
crimping off the [.] garden sung
)mort al mohada( there I slept ).....(




The Explanation

clubbed and molten ,shined or to
welled off like glistened to the
falling soap my knockwurst rol
ling on the backseat floor your
suitcase chirps and dribbles in
my empty parking lot the cor
ner of my dumpster gleams and
comforts like a bowl of ham y
our lender tissue twitching in the
files my crawling rope escapes my
bursting clock my lumpy seems ex
plaining what the wall is for





The Axis

the stumbling phone crasher the
late plunger falling from the roof the
top lingo crate crashed the stooping
phone locker and bathrobe smouldering
in the tub the cloth bird mask the
louder stubble creeping down your b
ack the note rubble soaking in my
cup my torn hairdo folded in the
drawer my sentence rupture dan
gling my pocket lint shaped like a
boiling coin and all my fingers sh
aded with an ax

Friday, December 11, 2009

The Comber

fussed fuse >< hack lacking ,tress //
\\ born to soon yes <> trusty hung br
eak the thruster >><< loud log w
hat a bus )iness( >< fold the sha
dhow stinking in the mud >>><<< ah
clrouded lake ! <> my meal my mule




Plumbing

I doubt my faucet falters when
my face hangs over but your tussle
gathers in the afternoon and what’s
my closet alters is this place .p
lace of fumbled nickels ,keys of
ash .I banged my muscle lever
,lifted air across the snore and
nozzled halfway to the rope ,the
crumbled strands skittered cross
the floor .my number plunger
laughing past the window




Broth

brought the clacker out your toil
et loose and tilting butts
sat here .friday lather ,itchy
gate or nation ,so your bubbles
litter my yawning yard and sought
the stacks of oil .my father whines
my – ditch the plates and double
up the – glitter in the laundry .I
was saving the cancer off ,ticking in
the fork and puddled ,lathered ,bro
ken like a meatloaf gleaming in the soup




6


fuel butter
heap my g
land

wet dice





! !


pelted cheese
sock trust

bray





.s.


last think
just mort

all the fine





, ,




dunk


lock the gate
low ))) rot
fell my t

snore
((





led a ray


dust meat
...heh...

brains flavor





saw pile


sl,,,,,,aw
beak sore

dual

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Safe As a Shell

fog ground ,the matter meat the
,,,,, lever in your pants ,,, dry ,,,
,,, bushes and a “a” ,,,, lint face :c
lawed the c lam out ,,,,,,, falling
in the dust ,, my smiling hand




Bite

deep cluster hiding in the gland my
nodding leak glance your tune tube
- spokey laundry of your mallet s
lumber pencilled in the cage oh so
chubby like a needle !the brat gum
wanders in the street ,busted wr
iting for my sleep pants the doomed p
age .sparky cloud and number
limp ,bread your goals for me
,cluster in the sink your neck y
our fold your busy molar full of hair




Fingering

leaf and craw ling ,t end to ,lap
luggage s aid to rinse the focus off
.my tense and test what c ashless d
raining in the soup .oh wrist nick le
,bosta floating in the TV bowl a t ender
rock and fog long t omb a rustling in
the eaves .that g limpse that locus sp
reading cross the “floor” my spelling
hands are smoke are black are numb
ing in the h umid wind





m


¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡
º º º
]]] [[[

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .





stud

sleept
ooooo
loud
wac
an
i





is


brap ahng bread
was ,was slurp

; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;

pens





lots


bought boss
lumber ham
dust link

few
p





bolt

drain the crowd
the cloud
the odd leg
denser was





teds


true heel
¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿

duck grunting

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Have a Sandwich

loot and bubbled ,bomb and last ,get the
spinner comb suited like a ,pestle foam
run down yr leg a clod blocker sticky in
your boot hah ,doubled lens ,pawing my
knee .the shades wrinkle in the rain my
suit a cactus limp its laundry heavy
,soaks in the tripled light the single chain
:soon soon !oh “simple” shapes roiling in your
armpits ,pages and shoelaces ,the lipless
night farting behind the door





Blue and Red

pull the fork up knack listy tine
brack bent the wall of skulls bright
with paint .burning faster than the
clam crumpled in my loot I turned the
plate and left .blinking light ,the hosp
itible room whirring with machines a
pencil rolls beneath the bed the blood
and snacks the fisted time the sack you
lent .the room was eaten ,puzzled
,flaming like a lake




Bust

spore the grease coupling bag nester
name your feet the cutest flame .isa
dink gate foot a fleece mask clucking
in the bathroom like a padlock .fall and
count ,the third name link the spate of
sucking out yr sole an sock .or frees
the rag coiling in your hat




Sown

rate the halfhole sizzling lamp dust
storm inaction lêvrely tanked your
pizzle in my soup a rising fog .trust
the logs or ,comfort in my hair wired
with gnats oh ‘skeeters of my eyes
oh ham !the crossword spills the clatter
drink an stubbled with a suit my off
ice leakage in your glandy lap .w
here my tonnage drifts like smoke the
bulbs explode and what I fill is not




boots


cough natter
“gnats”
the flaking lake

gone dead





bulk


cheese taco
bum foam
tryst
,,,,,,,

more butter





os so


trend hee
aw loopy
)))) ((((

so bubbly
os





sure!


sapop
la
dends to
ritic

see?





clown


booma****
sat down

why





drip


shirt crust
bread clot

user bendy

reach up

Monday, December 7, 2009

eal


_ _ _ _

oo
n e k
: :
- - - - -

.;.





weet


dendspindic
colom
)))) ((((

suga
r





dan


lomomb
ra

˚ ˚ ˚ ˚
lockster

ce





i


past crashing
)))pool(((

rod brink





-u-

door murder
floor sight
nor splash
for sinking





b


mean blunder
cloud hall
half the clot

right
.







Aubade

voy a ponerme los pantalones
voy a comerme un huevo del
alfabeto a sangrar el pie me
voy a masticar la píldora del
aire a escribir el fono infantil
de mis recuerdos esparcidos
por mi camisa voy a robar el
túnel de su agua y sentarme
en el inodoro de mi sueño de
una cama sudada la sudadera
de mis ojos que ven el aire
clasparente ,clástico ,eclático
,y estático donde me quedo
aquí en la ventana espejeante




Los Días Invisibles

el baño de la pirámide soñé
un inodoro de cristal un libro de
vidrio que el agua tomaba pasé
por la puerta con una píldora un
comprimido y una jaqueca el sol
negro y brillante y una serpiente
con calavera de piña me tomaba
la mano puse mi zapato de humo
en su boca un sahumerio de
caminos andados de pie portátil de
luz de carne y de la máscara
de mi ser que lleva la piedra
invisible mas visible en la
cueva al fondo de mis horas




Luminar

el jugoteo de mi ojo salar el
enjambre de escuintles mi
soñar haplóidico mi mano in
stantáneo o pulsarítico los
perros muertos y el vuelo in
secto de tu pensar en mi
¿cuáles luces son ésas o son
oscuridades negativas la forma
de lo que cae de mi copasterisco?

Friday, December 4, 2009

fowl


dust flood
- - - - - -
the lung cow

map speech





dame


porch an
drip drip

sit an shine
glue stroll





stung


crate ,gut
& & &
seated and fool

shunt





¿por qué?


hecho y lecho
la casa vacía

túneles





lo no visto nunca

cimbrar y
tiento y
el lomo risible





sierpe

tumba tumba
releo el
cristal ondulante





Wef

the focused fork I dried beside your
feet the frying fuel the the flame
fingers folded in my hat I flew
upside your face I followed all the
feces round the hill .so at the entry I
sat ,ectomorphic even ,eating the engine
of my exit from the egg .when the window
wails ,the wallet wanders and I wall
owed in my whistle ,waking ,wooden and
wondered what my pantsleg was




Rea

the lighter lever of my crispy toothache
boils and billows in my pillow was a s
poon jammed up my nose the wonder
was .the spiraled green and photoknactic
,toweled the cheek your grin :tubes con
dense ,your briefcase lather )laddered( tiny
mice quiver in your mutterwear .the sight’s
so wispy ,looky here ,oil and moons .b
rake my hose ,plunder me ,sleep be
side the tub .release the river from your ears




Fonético

subí al techo y ,que dormía
,inflado ,subrético y flo
tante como piedra de aire
el peine del agua ,nubes
.te ví la nadalactante el
subterfugio de la palabra ol
vidante o vidente señal del
trigo .no me metas soy...
¿qué? un auto abandonado un
lago inminente fotolacustre lic
uiscente y veía la sierra
distante donde un caballo...
olvídatelo ,es hueso y viento ,ru
mor insectívoro de mi pelo




La Caminata

gota inodora y la calle in
signe donde la nada leo en
el rincón alto donde las plumas
caen un sabor de hule un
tremar la goma ineludible de
mis comestibles la caca la
cama el caño voceante
debajo de mis pies está en
todo eso que mi colmillo
piensa .y como el comentario
de todo lo que sale de
la boca nublada .una
corona es ,un reloj y un
zapato desgastado




Lal


ala de los muertos y una peña
cascabel la máscara de la car
ne que habla sobre el cráneo
pensativo calavera que se da
la vuelta y oprima el botón

montón de esgrima metálica o
jo de obsidiana que cae
por la colina

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Trajinar

sin pulimento de lomas las calles
entrales se remolinan como
aguada rinsentido ay tus ro
dillas hundidas en el asiento dos
torbellinos de sangre y polvo
! ¡subí al techo de mi gorra
y me rendí ,la torre es
tupefacta de mi pliensar de
mi cobrecacas y cabras del
olvidado indicativo .pon neso
en el yeso mi mano que te
troca te toca la roca rodante
del tiempo pasado como una b
risa ninferior ,las alas d
rogadas del palabrío de mis
costras invisibles .de tumba lo
bebido




Adud Nis

sin duda lo más intenso de lo ma
chacado sin duda lo menos
intonso de lo comido sin duda
la sobremanera más realista sin
duda hete visto sin lo más
claro de las aires sin duda la
casa es lo más intolerable de los
vestidos de piel sangrante sin
duda mi gorra de madera crece
como nunca sin duda he visto una
calavera lo más pesada que haya
sun duda me he aligerado sin
duda el libro de mis rodillas
roda y roda sobre la carre
tera del agua que tomo y
tomo y nunca se me acaba la sed




lugar de loro


lima de lodo
lomo de lida

lucífero
lumba lumba






éter


tentar la
roncarama

sus días
sus fríos
mi dedo liminar





Get Dressed

the smoking towel beside the driveway
gravel blackened corn an nodded
fraught with number loosely tumbled
in the windows .drop your hash your pe
ppered cloud sliding down the plate my
sleeve grease tumbler ,coin dust la
pping at my thigh you slept against
.a toilet blooms a tower rains .ply
my face with rabbits and a corncob
pipe the watch is burning and my
shirt is boiling its lust




pees


hoff fall
map grunt

dealt whistle
“law”





gnurt


scrappy ( ( ( (
clang the wall

louder powder





shirt


sure were
wart it
. . . . .

.




was


user bomb
gnat
lender niche

cof foc
cof f





nor


pander nut
peh peh
said blink
; ; ; ; ;

ok





fluke


riñón tubercu
lodo nap
====the

mustard

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

caws


mount mute

locker lint

so much trust





fewl


said cob
said ) ) ) ) )

its snake





sold

do draw
>> <<
open the thorn
dew




dull


lawn map
sbort

face in fog





weigh


sweadt
many the mute
grrr speak

soaked





cram

roam an
sprawl cow
should the drink
:
stay here




Ehécatl

gancho sin duda ,o moral de la
sopa ,funestrito ,mi calor o
color .en el trono en la diarrea
.pusilánimo mi norte me surge
en la culebra sin plumas ,abuso
.de servilletas sanguinarias ,tos
rón putrefacto en el bas
urero ,rodante ,la calle ,pulular
del viento cuando la cabeza
me cae ,invertida la gorra
clarísima y un taquito in
servible que como y echo
la migaja por la ventana a
bierta




vista gancha

la mo chila de gr
asa el mo tín
del tún el a
gua ar en
osa del o
jo encar
gado de
pie dra





sudor

río
bisturí
tianguis
ambular no
torio y lumin
oso y abierto a lo
mismo que no has aguado nunca




Órale

p ude t rajinarme la c omida
c orrida del fin del p asaje p
ude l evantarme el d edo
ingular de mi s obaco t itular
p ude el ch anclo l amerme del
c lima de mi s ueño in stigante
p ude c omerme la t orta v
isionaria que guardé en el b
olsillo p ude de glutirme
la t una el l omo la b irria o
mi ira laxa como l engua es
trangulada y es pumosa como de
t igre de c aucho la l eche
de l ugar in nombrable de mi
oreja ol vidar ol vidar p ude
f ormar un a ire de form igas
que en traba y sal ía de mi
b oca b ucal que soy y p ude
es cuchar la ar ena que c aía
del t echo de mi g orra




Pelûre

the stone stumbles cross my desk the
cowered shirt’s a fish heading back my
roof my yanking tongue my loot doub
led in the sink . my fog ]]] [[[ lock
clatters ,days’ a rattling corn a bomber
groaning in the field ,about to break ,a
shadow flutters in my hair .lucky than
plunged ,my comb lost in air