John M. Bennett

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c ling mor t ,mu tt c rag ,s hunt t ripe ,g ash
t rend you soaker shirt trembled in the win
d like  )leech(  trunch me now  .sap buck
le ,tow el viento buzzes in yr knees a f
lock of ants an guzzlers  .yr salad r ift yr
comb lag tundra falling heavy in yr b ackside

 
 
 
T rash
 
h ip s leep b omb re turned yr eye d rain
c apped with d rench my soap lust  .hock  .too
sortified like rum ble ,topping ,crap an c ola
t rashed the b reach :s teddy now ,an c
rumple d rink ,yr c lung s torm muscled wit yr
stammeritis ,stoma che floating in the form ,less sky


John M. Bennett