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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

6 poems || John M. Bennett

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tra it lout lunching at the
door yr bent user frames
~hack~ the thing lung snore’s
,travel gland ,flooded sleep
cheese shining in the mud you
stepped .in ~hack~ the
tines I swelled yr thought
stink my shoe ~Hack~ was
fulla pause that l doorknob
in yr pants bring cloud
X nor boil X nor thumb X wha
t dimflam mucus on the ph
one you hashed your chin in



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sogaemético ,el mundo mondado mi
pierna derecha twitchyjerky some
tine broke a spring a pulley a
mind in hair jibbering like a
coughing faucet hueso escrito como
con dientes la carne el dolor
nomás ,recordado repetido mis
jugos bistekados )“blister”( k
notted unknotting your cgasolina
reducto reduced y la fonética
de lo desandado lo tunnel d
ripping rope you chewed and
coughed up back .ply my sands
ape my swell ,it was but
now ,it’s shuttered, estertor g g g g
,f oco de “tu fin”

“...shoulder to the ,uh ,mattress...”



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k nick
c lumb
hhh
eat
ill
ash
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X

glomantic
cheese glove
C
loudloudloud

bbuzzzz
Z




X

stun
k
W
h
ee
L

foun
ta
i
n’’ ‘



X

judder an
belt
C
loud

the flag
fake

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