Monday, October 10, 2011

poems || John M. Bennett

rust an neck ,pull ,plomo
de grillos ,multitudinarias t
us piernas ,finistierra .peldaño
inútil ,the flaking combs mu
tter in the hall your mooing th
roat your as .pyro baggage
ascendencia escombrosa so I
spoke the spoon what spoke I
said my saids was flickering
slowly in the draining tub





,mutely ,morphed ,manado ,ma
ted to a scribbled drywall ,te
nse nor oily bucatini õõ coil
ing in my socks I walked in
sauce .aimed the door at you
but o pen what’s trawled
outside the book what’s dub
bing in the black dust be
neath your bed .the numb er

sleeps






edge of .the nite
hymn .doody cr
awls away the
,sand plans the
mess of forks  ̶ =

over



too’s neck gruntled flame o
nítido ,escusado de qu
arzo and the hall’s d
eep grit the máquina de es
cribir rises on a chair





scour the fall spender mum
bled tuber muscled in the
gummy lake yr frog neck
vision curves nor drowns
out there the sur face co
vered with L l eaves



eneminencia a
ra tos my
listing gust m
y ascualidencia

y siempre y nunca



dosificarme ¿no?

plantel ni plan

la vaca lo
vacuomnívoro lo

comprimidesco



treinta túneles
los vientos veintitrés
los valores fofos
los los
la luna lenta

¡el pato!



es critorio ,a
zúcar plu
ma en lla
mas la na
da no hay
ni nada



pelucorio
) shirtless (
noescamisado

mis trillas
yr shoelaces

lo sombreante



en asno ni
nunca

flaco y f
estival

yr dusty corns

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