six short texts || John M. Bennett

Undulate

my gnatty suit :: : : : : my bullet <<<<<
chain the air turns to glass an fogg g
that blister in my eyye oooOooo ampunition’s
scummy follder where the llumber’s sprayyed
with llice the living miist ˚˚˚O˚˚˚ the wallll con
geallingg in my thoought isovationn pistolgr
ipped and cougghing in the (()) throone whhat
thinness of yorn ? pauuse an indecct ,the hammy
skyy - - - sllummbpers dowwn _ _ _ an my
drrennched pannts ooooo o o o o dro
pped into your phaace




tod


uh heat heap
“o cae”
dot
euq
ereumecan

“!”



plew


spummer
umm
erk

k.k.k.k.k




sure


piece of
labalaba

bend the hole

it’s




yhes


sheaf snappy
long slug

ta ta





bi

eel my rroomm
ha ho
plenty mustard