Saturday, June 4, 2011

4 poems || John M. Bennett



butter groped and nodder
at the soap dispenser
where you r name reveals
reveals a tunnel thrashing
through my blood’s a
bottled mind a can of tuna
rusting in the sun o fog my
t o n g u e





gristled gate the scat
ered lung and foghorn
sandwich all that fuzz
and blackened grease
beneath the fridge I
crawled beside the ph
one window ate an ear





lick plunger nekkid tone
ha ants contraction sing
le.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,sobbing.,.,.
tube or synthesizer sha
pe of wheeling sugar in
yr eye it’s what I )gave(
impacted in the gummy
s o u p







slab of mumble torque in
dented with a dime too
shot to carve or slumb er
in my asholine a ho le O
linger in the bur ning
shirt like clouds or ‘s just
a cough in dust

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