John M. Bennett

F rying
 
but t an b ent an b lew an t est the sca
mmer you b ride in me a hunka throat ham
listed listened gamely wiping half yr p lunder
sawn ‘n frying n aped the win d g rew so
apy where you rinsed her gownly backwords ah
slab crusty where you or gan leaked a mighty hu sh

 
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N ates
 
top un g ash ah d rift an s mote oh sprad
dle d h all the scam soaked rinser of the stun
mast hoper of the f lame hung mop pustule
dropped an k eyed yr g lowered n ates a rab bit
foc used off the drip pod coughing m eal against
the b lock d arker than yr ancient sm eared



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D ug
 
bag him mort him dug him dung col lapses lig
a ture yr s mote sight c hattered s top a
dang le cree ping hits a chapp tered my li
ps c rusty din t o flail ure a s poon dun
k a c rap b one g ragging inna neck b ung
p lod c hopping sc owler fog in sides the ho le

 
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D rip
 
b rake h am b oat rust led in the ga
rage wee ds a taken scrot am b linking
see ds or corner holes yr oughtless floating me
at gus ted damper do me be neath the sq
uat drip chew yr fun ne l icked the s tool
loo se shooting s cud a t hunk be low the f rot h