The moon has not other choice but to be your fan

me digo que cual luna
hacerte hincha, presentáte
frente al premio
hay más gringo afuera
suelta la oreja de la puteria
no te da premio y recordemos, damas
y caballeros que el estero
el chancho no te deja vivir
el chancho no sale
de verde como alcalde de la mayoría
uy uy, que rica vease el verso
y vamos al jobean,
al suave pescar
dele petroliférico espinazo
trague al carajo del grifo

espadas en medio desnudar
de arriba para el aerobus,
se escapa el vapor

todos hacemos el premio de mayor
actuacion antes de ser aeromoza

lavanderia

se me hace de la
boca diarrea
pon la tapa, apreta
el boton dime
adios
chere
a los bigotes torpes

Cien! Anni Centi! Guapa!

Necessity requires
expo. Click. I want rock
from Chelsea.

Marvel vs. Dc

power is sem— grow polo
youngest of the hijinks
pink, skirted and en fuego
my Latina skid: rid my appendix
who’s apoplexy must
riddim in the way meat flakes
crumple of the strumming block— a renal
binary of inclusion, you me our crews
tell the manager the rhythm method
here, hold it. genial active-X
but pay per
crowded this popcorn mal

the week SARS rumors were flying

(from a work in progress -rd.)


hair is so specially freakish
like hashish, minus the fanclub
it GETS places
like one second you’re bashing in
the room where the alarm is located
another part of you is covered
another weird aspect is
totally spatial

I have so many errands and names for before
I catch Sarah’s SARS
buy/sell stocks
drop Petrus Capellicas off at soccer practice
check C-SPAN

The garish face of Bud Bundy
and I want a mountain stream
engulfing
maybe my living space during the draft
I am satisfactory for a customer, and eyesores
leave the door of the oven open

the beginning of a very dirty song

every boy in your family is coming for you
when conjoined, Voltron assembles coupes, just coupes
this grasping
silence in the cabin I am the type
to break vacation and bring the computer
hidden in the stalled sedan, primate
to kneel carries the bucket private a little far

I’m going to pass out

because you have grown hairy

and you tickle my nose
returning the soup to normal

This bent licorice, it bedazzles.
Someone refill me. I’m the silverback.