poems || John M. Bennett

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 e rake the bell it sug ar
 crocks you my mi ne
 fulla milky lakes  .the
 fumbled gun ret urns
 he spr ead the st icky
 book the bursting
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 duck clock and never br
 oke wha cakes be si de
 his foot the muddy
 mirror I folded in my
 mallet  )where your whi
 stle greyed(  a lungin g
 for that  stinking  “dime”
 
 
 
 
 sure was I you cancel
 led lapwise windy tun nel
 he could passing fast
 through you a cutcake
 se vered in my trouser
 pock et spelled y
 r eyesight doubled at the
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 ,shadow neck ,grunt sky
 ,dog missle , cloud crow
 d choffing at the lak e’s
 drizzled John’s a pullet
 feathered with your book
 and numb ered with my
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Lift
 
your dork shape lifter your
hack gas  ...net cluster
clump ,scattered dog rent
)my stool(  should shudder
on your fork your lake  .the
filler screens oh my  )the
misty muse(  blathered and so
ggy ,was your pork shirt
screwed was wire was
skirt of hubcaps  .or my
wrinkled neck hill the
flavored grease the butt
ons hopping in the wind