Saturday, February 22, 2020

Angry portero

What does it matter if i empty the
garbage when the cubos are inside or
outside when he´s mad either way?

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Futuristic Joint

respectable example of a category
humming and high-pitched ubiquity

hold your hair up in a fist bun,
everyone; blow out your assumptions

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

rough and fine

en estas mismas colinas
huyeron a la playa

La mujer se ha convertido
la cuna en un sofá con

No importa la altitud de
los techos, te vas a romper
la cabeza

por Santorabo

Thursday, February 6, 2020

routine psychedelia

there was a center forming images
barely able to find its vision in a

field of flag-waving motif
it was a foetus but not a baby

not a fox, but then a dog i know
then the consciousness decided

to self-freak, self-prank, and i
was having nothing of it i said

bring it on, your worms and teeth
it can't hurt me, and i like the horror

so in his passive-aggressive wisdom,
Braino sends a tap-dancing suit of

armor, and this was how i could tell
that sleep had vanquished spirographics

Love, Illyn