John M. Bennett

leave pool

the dream of sleep is a
lake filling your room the
room is not the moon the
moon is your hand against
your eye is not the mouth
your name forgets
)dreamt from Ivan Argüelles'
“the shape of sleep”(

short scum drips in a h
ole a hhole yr chilld sleee
ps in is the hand your
wound contains ,laughing
and gaping a spinal sun
eats out the offal sink
cabbage rotting in yr pill


ow  ●  pool of leaves

pus and milk hang back lur
ch a head tu cama gro sera
con hojas lávate la cara sink
slaw dribbly soap un niño
encarcelado por respirar

es el sueño del libro abierto es
un viento arenoso el viento
ciego que me cosquillea la
espalda mi playa de hormigas

calavera de maracuyá

hearts and hands skull surround

maracuyá el ojo abierto cómete el

jarabe agridulce              sesos y semillas

blue dress on a line before a

beach is your tongue opening a

door is a rabbit holding a pen the

paper your feet            wet

L E N gg  U  A

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a

da

pinches plosivivos ddice gggagar ente

mosquito más grande que

mi cahbecita cabecacita

nodarkmatterno dark matternodarkmatter

a city floods I buried my face in flowering dung

“UN FUTUR ANTÉRIEUR D'AUJOURD'HUI”

- Yvan Mignot

ßOà

drowned on the boat a squalling

innertube erases all the letters yr

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

name not seen a dreaming

phone ,shrieking disappears

into yr pocket sticky coins

rotting passion fruit       caconamination

)maintenant(  ~ ~  ~   ~    ~       je n'ai que vent de sang

ombligado si quemado

raw no bun hamburger grunts and

drowns on a flatbed truck is a pool

fermenting in a porta-potty crowd

cheers and farts ~ ~  ~   ~    ~     ~      ~

hot half sunk huh shorter

strewn leg yr aver age swollen

knee and t rash  ...si sólo.....  a

wake on parkbench deep culvert

gushes below hands sprayed on

walls Tlaloc's eyes glued shut shots

crack behind the junglegym the

sidewalk bleeding toward a street

Ѳ     Ѳ

≈

the fire the rain the fire the

rain the fire the rain

the fire the rain the fire the

rrrrrain ≈ ≈  ≈   ≈    ≈

)my dog eye slept(

shadowed storm tus ojos

de un siglo ha blador

in vasive shoot 'em

necks cluster hide be

hind a boulder written

ABIDE y te pelo

un solo pedo donde

te duermo en el ataúd

de tu día príncipe

(:) reino de mis óculos acuáticos

the fire all time

ham dye vertigo light re

flection of shallow year

cigarettes and syllables dis

olving down the cl iffs

m ask and n uts

- fog risen from Ivan Argüelles'

“Technique of Oblivion”

chock short spam

slab knot fork

blood CLOCK shoe

bing BLACK sore

trot clot pool

dust dark cloud

¡stung mute sock jus

t ch atter after the

blood fall stops your

CREAKING ASH tongued

TV cut off bubbling through

uh hairless libps

said it nuthin's sumpin'  ha! huh

of rotting squash beneath a bus where

you sitting is a gate on fire is

a glass your hand wraps up is

Bob Grumman see's sleeping in

a doorless house windows concrete b

locked starts to drink aloud the

crust of face pulsed red a

sea of clastic waste crowding

up the hill

And clods beneath the pavement!

- Retorico Unentesi, transmuting Gerard de Nerval

je veux pouvoir interroger sur un songe

cette cessation brusque des nuages au-dessus

- Mostafa Nissabouri

blubor

is intent

sunk cLaw

ham       mer

seeping shoe

L

core   k     not

embF   lame

yr tloot

f   lung     age

h     alf

wodder

is in not

formic.

rul   er     gut

roamer

fl

lood   a

rises

hof chaks

raf yllaer

a  an   aant

lentes negros

pick up spider with hashi

add it as a link on your email

click to your smirking ghost

search the junkyard headlight

under a smouldering chair

no te olvides        at the

circulation desk      forget the books

forget rounded air             etc.

interfog receipts your eyes in

the blue screen find a rusty

bolt or blood crusted on

your explanations agafac chento

blortulib spreaks ahn spreecks

...un soleil encore sourd des fractures du néant

et consubstantiel au vertige du langage.

- Mostafa Nissabouri

inner flake fires       up

you    a lens          unglued

FORK AN ASHES

jueves viernes miércoles domingo

es jueves en el alba líquida de la

sequía y viernes el alba seca de la

inundación ,impacto de ,umbélico

trained to float on the gnats' flicker 

sunlight drowned in trees a glittering fog in

the corner of my eye es miércoles en la

oscuridad que me ilumina los domingos de

silencio ensordecedor ilusórdico invade the

severed fog retreat your shivering hands into the

light of touching sand falls at your back it's

the name of your leg izquierdista y el anonimato

de la derecha que viene atrás – donde no hay

cama para dormirte para irte ni oirte

spit on your mans yr di lusion for k grist led

d ream nothing's left is all a window opened

under lake is a flame drug smeared down yr

throat ,listen ,chew yr cloud ,flay the

mask behind yr face

a deadened focal ,blinding

)“the pen is a dream of laundry” (

s weat sc issors

sw eat sn ore sw um ((( la

bhasura de mi sueño nunca

hojo ladeado ,orbe ghrasiento

en mis dheditos ehmbrionales las

nhubes rhoncan en mi rhespiración

ache con ache gotas de

insecticida en la lhengua de

hule ,lhengua de huaracheh

desandandoh  )tus sesos y tijeras(

)con gelatina encontrada en “Oda

a Papasquiaro” de Ivan Argüelles(

the tree is a hand a

pproaching yr eye a

mirror thrown in a lake your

tongue gristle spat on a road

       ≈           

as dust fills your shirt

~LENgUA~

ojosesoojosesoojo

sesoojosesoojoseso

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~ojosesoSUDOsesoojo~

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~TI j ERAS~

OxO

 
 
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