rum on the storm draim-

in  a bottle, plastic.
last night's pre quelled ice melter
leftover and running .

i watched a video translation
 you did a year ago.when i thought
words more powerful than flesh.
delusions i held  despite recursion's
absence.

the windows are open
and someone's moaning, maybe cursing
loudly en espanol.
but wordless.

there are a hundred and twenty crop circles
making the rounds, one for each prime number
under 6 . mathematicked into the corn
  wheat and the natural pace of nirubu.
if you can read this now
it was all hoax.

the mayans just wanted their temples returned
cuz quezetacla's ascent
 in chich in itza is a pretty awesome
solar powered video.




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i think lili blew the candle out







she is amazon   crosses
arms angrily over her chest
juts her chin out, imperiously
berates  mom and grandmom
in an indecipherable rant.
her blonde parrot head, mouths
 repeated tropes
 isotopes for the cancer of  the soul
we bring her. and it doesn't stop
i want to take her out of the mayhem
but i am the hot front meeting cold
and then we all expolde