texts || John M. Bennett

 
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 nation of the sinking culo
 culo lapidario y dunged with
 hope and cluck a whi stled
 of the meats contraptioned
 in a dripless snake it’s w
 hat  my    gunstone  lathers
  
 
 
 
 
 nubile nutcakes slabbered at
 reception of the plunging c
 lock clippers spread and l
 isted like a froggy tongue
 that sloping wall and count
 your eyes a hairdo flopping
 on the garden gate your face     


  
 
 jumpy  shadow  in your lock
 er coffee inambition of the
 smoke my earlobe with
 your vacuum thought it’s
 shaper neck was fuzzed
 with mildew paused and
 contemplated what you kn    
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 bomber cauldron nape or
 suitcase growling next the
 furnace where my shiplace
 cara lago riñoso floods the
 crackers jerking in the sofa
 way o grimly logfaced gr in
 inside the mask or explan
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 flung my soap beside
 your faucet coffee ci
 cada uno de tus bichos
 hablan o es puma inda
 gosa no entiendes nada
 a sombrante lumpy gas
 deflating   in   the   toilet
 
 
  
 
 
 fist yr uvula flavor mud
 and tonguage slaw is
 stumped with loose or
 tearing of the index \\ 
 blot my throat with
 bread and fry your l
 unch   lung’s   a   moat
 
 
 
 
 lick the number fog you
 ape contains a lake of
 insulation and a crispy
 foot the chainsaw greases
 in the bay  ≈ ≈  my brief
 case    falls its sopping
 loaf   of   bread    decays
 
 
  
 
 
 erosive shadow on my
 neck’s a dusty sand wich
 spelled with c loud
 crickets scrabble in my
 sleeve you sleep and
 write your teeth the
 brush a liquid mir  r  o  r