lo que he mensado es
mi celebro a menudo
polvoroso burbujante
tan lactoso que lo ne
gro veo tacos tumbas
veo y una creprepeti
ción nunca repetido
lúmen y lodo lado y
lentes empapados con
los anos tantos años
alejados como una tos
tada en el traspa tio lo
que veo muje y el
sueño del conejo tengo
spill the shirtless gun bre
athing faucet where yr
no se was lost my
keydrip when her
hairway glistened on the
soapy wall my sh allow
wrestled with the
halfway louse you stam
mered in the pillows
dripnameddripnamedrip
namedripnamedripname
dripnameddripnamedrip
namedripsoondripname
dripnameddripnamedrip
namedripnamedripname
dripnameddripnamedrip
sore
autophagia embued with
shorter neck your crust
regurgitation just eat re-
eat that piel impactada y
ábreme los dientes por
los labios ≈ frescos del
otro de la otra que
chews for you
sonora ,flatulente ,flac
ulencia borbotante y mi
s lindes se consumen
en la guerra de tu
mirada f loresuicida la
escalera un río es y se
ría con tus canicas con
tus ojos con tus manos
f l o j a s
boom an socks a float
th e ≈≈≈ issue dung
,map o cornflake
blinking in your beard
my fuming shirt &&& a
sponge foam ing on the
mirror what was his
face a gutted cl o ck
noon bum knocker lan
der in the alley where
a burning chair whis
tles where I start
your stuttered rant
my change is sticky
in my pocket
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
poems || John M. Bennett
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