poems || John M. Bennett

 sculling in my neck a th
 rottled gata insectívora
 mi boquita chévere I
 thought him g a s s y  
 pudd led in your loop of
 c hair inslabinat ions 
 ))shining en mi cerote((
 
 
  
 
 
 chew focus )))slag e
 ndt shov el )))pl aca
 fortunata )))inch es
 slabón del ojo que te
 me  )))mira flaco ,sis
 mo )))en yr pants he
 che     wed      up     on

 
 
 
 
 mud and thought
 my dance fungus
 throa ty lube he
 brings or bricks you  
 .c ling the rabbit ne
 ck bump the stone ,f
 etal luggage in my   
 b            le           d
 
 
  
 
 
 lips an nuts yr
 stunned gerbil lo
 cked away yr sh
 it wiped on a car 
 rot thaw the cab
 le luncheon of
 sleeping  foghorn
 
 
 
 
... s ... luck ... i ... t ba ... ck.       
... uh ... no ... de ... ment ... ia.
... c ... lam f ... og ... led.
... chu ... mpy d ... ust he.
... do ... gged ... em ... bole.
... s ... sismo ... che ... w.
... ed cor ... n ... in my la ... p.
 
 
  
 
 
bli ... p ... sor ... t ... ank
le ... bit ... en pee ... l
ga ... k ... shir ... t ... spi
t ... wor ... d ... clo ... ts
cha ... fed ... st ... ool
bi ... gger ... s ... tone
dr ... ops ... mi ... tongue