Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Monday, November 28, 2011

RED SHIRT


a neck of guns a dock of
shaking lampshades and the
hillsides plunged into the
bleeding ,≈, sea your for
tress gland burbles
“like a cloud” your
slumber rolled an ~heaved~
my ,chawed foot
condition “aspirin grunting”

tabled with the crusts
of nexhudation ,white
an lective ,your lun
ch booth’s troubled
like a suit filled with
blood .read the floor
blink inside yr face
cover yr mouth with
lint it’s time to breathe

“the puppy choking on your watch”






LIGHT ARF


dust and ))meat(( clogck
,neck ,plot ,soon shunned
the ,pore spills ,black
tooth your bread germ sh
at book ,a time of lunge
.my gut boiled licquor son
g ate a feather ash yo
ur shorts knotted in the
soup my blinding knee an
,business of the hole

it shot ,an issued froth
a .bee a .tuna sandwich
fading in the calendar it
wrote .I saw my leg in
hanced a sodden disculpar
shivering beneath a silla
donde adormecido me a
cordé ,un desayuno fu
gitivo ,pasaje abierto al
patio de luz

dog rustling in the leaves




yes shit
wa
\ /

door snow




bloom≈fuel≈the
snake need
block my scrawl

the stinking net
hangs
ξ




trout
runt
beneath the
chair

web




dun≈lac
hod got

fuck god
ll in tt

the rail,,,blood





tripped guts
stun war

mile↑thigh





rang you off
he bun jõhnee
sunk

the fawning sun
er “ Y ”

Saturday, November 26, 2011

brack time
☼●

a stun

mote • cheese
::: :





yr hob drool yr
o bubble deck ____
___o___

“join”





jajerk dot plow
same fumble

home




ligerito
tumbarítico
me puse la

lacráscara y

lloraba en seco





chumba fofonética la
chullpa fifistulacta

)en el esespepejo me ví(
))mañana((
)))blanc(((
))))o((((





la trucha indactílica mas
totocada el
aanzuelo
el
aiair
e e
eeeee
SOON


nope the plunger cor ah
nek id lap pretender
fog ~ my nates an loo
ming lungch !)the cap
raised a coatl ~comes t
he runny crowd the
streaking ~ smoke ,bullhorns
<< •••• yr knot frying
in my └eg ,,, I named
a moth smeared on
wa//

tower where the stones
rained ●● down the win
dow in my thigh □ your
tongue Ų retraction tubes
clattering in the gu
tter I bared my n
eck clock off swam ≈
“la isolación nombrada”
es mi pierna izquierda do
nde el cielo se revela
finito

“...le cortaron la lengua tronada”






NOW


my dust dog swirls across
the barranca la cuecuerva
mumúltiple se abre el o
ojjo único un pico escrito
he ,un túnel where I
barking was all day e
toda a noite a nonoite
ininvisível onde a cl
oaca burns the dark
ened flames

an arc of gnats res
tored the dawn’s lif
ted leg the clumps of
tissue under your ta
ble ╥ where a spider ri
vers in space ≈ your
passing farted down the
ha// • • • meat and
laundry tick on the list
,,,,tu cuerda anudada,,,

“,.,.,quipu stuffed in her shirt.,.,.”

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


From the book THE GNAT'S WINDOW
http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-gnats-window/18165060
user boot ╛an
pole
|
)seeno:::osugar(




,rat ,neck ,cloud
)beȍet(

)the yank(




tuerca
tuércele el

cogotito
۳

a
bono




ept
nunc

shaper foam




the dog engage

“hah meat”

).).).chain.(.(.(




,sees ,seeps
,lugs ,lunks
,its ,itch
,tongues ,tongs

╥ stool




hob hall uh he
drewer
met mess

─tape─




mine bill sug
ar cl oud n
em dente

“)sorriso(”




beater was a
h p nab d
un to wel
l am ido y
co m id
o
SINK AGAIN


my “dusty” lake crusts
in my eyeojo de agua õ
fornido de puertas y tene
dores it’s your cheese plate
smears □□□ the itching b
all of glass crackling t
oward the broiler door m
y m outh vac ancy yr
sod den s hoe lost

yr boiled blinker fu
mbled shirt lunch t
urd ∞ steaming ~ on the
bench a laundered
moo n yr che wed
neck gristle o cough
the ape yr boc a con
tains the ,window past
your crumpled waves ≈ ▀

...ime solution scribbled on a napkin





ANT LUNCH PLUNGE


le soga emética tus inmin
mundos y astravientos *≈ ...t
he caged foot reversal and my
hoovered trace slugged it
out the passage raged an
all my raisins hard like g
ravel••••• )my page b
luster ,lever fortress wh
ite with ash . . . . . . . (((

dusty rope beneath the f
loor’s endless tales of
,cash lint left ,trusted
clocks ≈ drizzled on the
sand you . . . coughed be hind
er rate ,the paused nu
mber Ѳ... like las migas que
te echas ,brazos y mu
ndos que se olvidan del fuego ~

...what lists and hands converge...

Friday, November 18, 2011

POSTPREOCCUPATION

After Jim Leftwich’s
Six Months Aint no Sentence, Book 11


exterior socks the
X buried em
bedding the
drainage pipe

book corpus and
dung elite
drugs horro the

desk films
bawa sea

skin stu
pond horizon
forc militan the

weakness valve

micro poet fields
bees the

blurr unint
23 cat bubbles
solio ider eel

corridors
stock tube thoughts

blak sex protest
radia
radica

organ bailouts leg
poir trans sky

comb strike
hoarding
damage oil
nothing
knot
oc

seas
hair

prot toe
surveillano erotic muth

neck flake
dream
sea

beat
sky vipers
hungry address
hose floor

anvil
meat
bean
horse suits

huma blur paradig

feathers

feral ouch forks

histo

rooftop

murde docum

fire eggs and guardia
uranium enigma moving

plaza aboliti
plagia
cheap produc

viral parado fantas

agenda
lizards
febrile capita gecko heat


banks wake
died
inertia
knee

Aztec crossing

productivity
worms
splendid nadir

flat
chicken
polic
gnaw mask

gloves theories
impulses

soap
war grain

tranc beauty

insects
poets
brain legs

boundary rat
horrors fought deeply

generate
absurd
frogs
peel
wash
occup
oc oc
up




John M. Bennett November 18, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

short of shirt you
grunt ≈ boil
time to tie
&

r o o t




ble w g nat
w rite r ice
timer
O
mutey one




c ash of g ash o
f d rip f at ho
se , , , , , of f
p aid ste m
lung ch




him was m uttered
uhn unh nuh

the slope




loot whistle º º º
s ure s hoe w as
¬

as ash was





ma il mi le
m ite mis t
fue led enh
a i r

i




hhott hhole ddroppeed mmy
nnickckle inna a thththrumm
nneedd ccosst a opptticcornn
wrwrithingng inn mmy shsha
ddow _ _ _ ddry ththe ppestst
tthe ddusty..... wwinddow.....





ffraughght withth lunnchch uuh
clcloudded hheeel ssleeeppingng
onna aaspirinn umm y ye c
cornn rorole mmummblingng
ggrime jujustt wwakke orr
nenever uhh nnevverr
SIERRA DEL AGUA


esto sí lo quiero es un a
gua retorcida y tu tri
pa tornasol el ojo me
lo come sordo soy y lo
que oigo es el polvo
...:::.......... micturado le
jos de in atltépetl ca
minaba por tus pie
rnas circulares └O
y no ví la nada que veía

shorn your thigh your
lake of aspirina and a
thorn mi espinazo →
te come la espina el
vidrio rumboso el re
flejo flechado de mi
brazo lapizario →
todas las calles las
pedregosas son la mis
ma calle la sendisingular ↔

“...y por el valle seco nadaba”








BOILS


the slump shines my
ojo calvo se vuelve
,inminente ,lustrous
shapeshifted like that
kielbasa drying on the
backseat donde tus
güevos se tiritan tu
brazo ¿cómo habla? tu
diente enorme mirrors
The
lighT

the slipping half .,,., a
corn numerator sinks
into the wheel of mud
ra in yr fist re veals
la penumbra ahogada el
enjambre de las gárgaras
góngoras so I seat be
fore his lunchy spread his
hidden giggle behind the din
ner rolls taped to his face
SAW

“...and her beercans clattered in the lake”

Monday, November 14, 2011

¡2 NEW BOOKS 2!

LUNA BISONTE PRODS is proud to announce 2 new publications:


BOOK OF NUMBERS

By Jim Leftwich, Márton Koppány

Márton Koppány and Jim Leftwich’s Book of Numbers is a visual and conceptual collaboration exploring a “vocabulary of correspondences” between letters and numbers. The result is a sequence of words, letters, numbers, patterns, lines, onions, leaves, cayenne peppers, and nails in wood. It all makes sense, or makes several senses, and the pleasure is in tracing those senses through the concepts and images they embody.

Book available at: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/book-of-numbers/18645003

Download at: https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B_LQDMnQx57QZmYzMzFlMGItZjNjYi00ZjFmLWJiYjktMWE5ZTc3OWE4ZmMz



THE GNAT'S WINDOW
By John M Bennett
John M. Bennett’s The Gnat’s Window shows the evolution of a new form combining the textual, the oral, the visual, and even the artifactual, as the pieces can be seen as windows, or televisions, or computer screens. The poems can be read left-to-right as traditional texts, or up-and-down, or in-and-out, or in any number of other configurations, and thus have participatory and even performative dimensions within what at first glance seems to be a closed form. They are “dreams’ doubled crust” indeed: shaped and emotional, conceptual and somatic, sparklingly clear, and enigmatic.

Book available at: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-gnats-window/18165060

Download at: https://docs.google.com/open?id=0B_LQDMnQx57QNWQyZDA0ZTAtODFjOS00ODkzLThhMDUtM2EwYTUyODc1YWZm

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

endo luggage not
the net or want
tum forknest

tape of time worm




shoulder ,shout ,dam
p ,corker what ,ru
nny face the
ton
gu
e




boulder map yr tea
se mop slabping cr
oss my cheeek y
our peel you r floood




rusty neck glom
med your moldy
marmelade your
never swallow ne
ver la chachala
ca mino por el
río rojo




tuércamelo por fa
vórtice de cuero
invisible en tus
manazos tor
pezontes ya el
agua viene ,de
su filo y azogue




bburbbledd llooot uhh
II ccougghedd alloudd
huhumppeded att uhuh w
wall/ spspoonn aambbl
edd aat mmy nnosse I
I nenever ssaw mmy
eyye e e y ye e





ttoo ddribblledd smmokke
II ccounnttedd jujust onne
bbeee uhh I ye nnammedd
aa lleaf f “Aarff”
THE SWELLING LAMP


the wiper business ants for
war and rigid clouds your
lenses crawl ,my dancer
flag ,compells ,a snort ,n
or blockage in the champl
ight ﬞmixed with sneeze
ah number lunched inside my
ear a balled-up book so
me notes ɇ,, dolled wit
h catsup h

o les gonflages QQ des yeux la
gomme ma langue utile c
omme ~ fumée ,letrada was
,my itching back ,combs
drying in the bannered
blood ≈ your towels cr
awl away my severed
inch blinks beneath a
bush your clotty rope a
~vapor in the sun~

the window smeared with mustard





READ IN THE WATER


look and spray near cha
ir runny lamp the gr
istle arf fra bed the
lung you clock U→ or
← the muddy ∞∞∞ chain
clashing in my wallet П ~ sm
oky like a door ~ stay
your eyes past closet
lint

the grunting sung was s
lot watched →← used
,poured ,time to ,the nee
dles shine between my
toes my sneezing shorts
sprawl off the bed the
book a gutter in the
dust down there a page Ҧ

limp and sopping like your arm
mount enh fog knot
lifting mule wha
my )stunned coffee(
sticky crumbs F
a//ing from your
hair ; ; ; ton )gue(
sil lective an
the words un~
tied



born awave ,dole
us mortar pel
daño flojo indilect
ura ≈ so
wet mis güevos
drown ,ahumados OO
ricos y azucarados



whore mist loom g
uest p lug my n
eck hustle dr
agging knew my
sale Cracking in
the Wind ~
the leaf free ~




moo t or h)am(
dressed to sp
ill ,muscle ,go
ad ,the mute
cow s,t,agg,er,s

and was left




Occu
pants

OpieO

)))time is end(((





shutter shore th
e dog f lag

]]close an wet[[





map
mu
mort

mew

Sunday, November 6, 2011

JUMPING


dog crack temp us
er lurch a back de
sk blade you doze a
pon d entro la piedr
ita ver de muestro la
or -illa -reja d onde se
re trae lo dicho y
la dicha woof in shoe
your carried corn and
slobber

better c rash bet tore
foam an mice be
neat h yr c ouch
a drifted knife .the
dirt stool shines the
word rain:::sweat tocks
me off o suma leche
en la losa consumada
en la )nada nado( por
quería de mis aguas
≈OcircularesO≈

so walked back singing from the lake







DUE


line of corn your gaze
shrub steak deck _O O _
coursing ladder necked my
dents ears thumbed yr
metate navegante the
doubled blade mass the
stinked sock you wore
for ears pa pa pa
duh trust maet ahn
loooming ststalkk

the sharper duck rack
pelter comb my ate mu
scle hunh hunh the w
ind crowded in un sto
nes yr ,heard the steps
re burn . . . an
dick day cut o plas
tic bag coughing in my
shadow !¡

were legs twisting on the beach
sigo férret ro
mer o pús
tula pasa
dijo ····
cednt ra lizo

F




ficar na cozinha
gagasto de galo
ped ido
in têtegral




col ina agu
sanada ,/
rom pedo a
bac ante ,\

timbrar
)tombrar(




the foreign lobe ()

purse ()

excremencia ()





solo frota

sanwich

cerrar los ojos mojos





the reef squeaks
the lung gates
the stab whats
the





letter ptisic

escupitazón

the brimming o’er

shadowed flies
; ;;; ; ;; ; ;





spore calm un
the tape taste

runny roof
...........)cloud(...

gas





mumbled foam mum
bled rooster died
at dawn the for
king sun the
munddny wall

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

WIND MASK


sopor y ,ensalada ,drapes
the final floor your so
ot her slippers footstepped
in a ,splashage to the
,mother side ,the arch of
Labná streaming in the air ~
.insolation ,urbulencia o
mis ,colmillos de hoja b
lanca que se comen ,au
tomasticantes like my s
hirt stuffed in your
face

)them hormigas clustered at
your neck( “he” ashed
my torcèd shade for
stockings crammed into
the shelves the buried
words learn my dust
and eggs his huevos
itchy ,lettuce an da sp
iders on your knees he’s
through the gap filled with
sun and rain

“the story sleeps and splits its teeth”
chain the comb your
luggage ʭ knot cl
uster ),dr,i,p,p,i,ng,(
air soy huehue
teotl ,a ≈ cloud




,mule ,knock ,EZLN
,sendero de grava ,and
,muddy bags ,of ch
ips an ,storm ,slimy
in the mountains
a doll stands free
,shoots,





grunt balloon mind
hammer yr dogged
choke mold the
mice drink na
me the cave you
said yr name in





hole
half
it





bulb tool
waste
runny fog

≈,,,





my thigh star
apt to cringe

the “dog lake”

~whiff~





bore me to
ward my as
pirinhalation
reach your
tuna burger
what was sp
lashed I fried my
headache breathes today





phone your door tie
your clot mister
Flagwurst slaps
his ear )))




shoed your dr≈
ool my sopping socks a
marble p●ulsing in
your nostril

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

THE CHOSEN


all I do the one thing was a
knotless net falling from the
ceiling light the door fe//
off your lap was peeling
in the 5 directions 11.1.11
aimed my radish for the
dogfood store nestled
in the morgue o steep your
lunch and let it sail

so the coldcuts in the wind
the bowel cave pro
noun ces ≈ rivers and the
crawling lamp your gaso
line imbibes a hair
tugged out my eye a
,mutt a )fork!( roll
ing in the mustard eh
the tongue one dragged me

non essere nemmeno stare