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
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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
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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