John M. Bennett

Raw

gun mind lap throat
foam ear junk hand
paw fest node doom
melt craw sheet whistle
real dunce caw shadow
ran pile lack ton
meal fog flick spam
mer broom not rice
shade kill rule knotter
rag dome metal him
nuts ladder if crust
bong shut not crist
boom mute huh said



All dressed up

chan ge the h amh
ock yr cra wling bas
hed the gr ass numb
er pool an brightness
pit beneath yr shirt a
growling tome bus
sed with flies .such
hog hog steam such
danklings in the sh
orts a tuba vastoline
.yr bowel buzzes with
a soup an thrumming
sleeves



S pent

fungid dum p an poo
ly blort an crep eh
phonewind in yr suit
ah never speak it
just s lag in stead
the smoking c
rispness of yr comb
cr own the long
damp light list the
throat soup
sprawling yr sod den
lap an gristle bowl
“fungible like” not
hing c lawing up the
rainy w all



Snore floor

blat ant c rashing o f
yr moonafish o p
ants of air an lint )s
lept inside the boo
k( a tong ue nang a
for k on yr teet h s
lick cak e craw ling
down yr leg a
muscle sleeps a log
s nores the closet s
pender s moulders
in yr suit laughter
jus t a nap a leedle
nap




Both

brick suit or cash
natter ,when rid
dled nope a congo
lene yr rope boo t
spa nner tube
conjected like yr
pocket bri m you
shaped the roo f
retailed the dens ity
col lapsed me neck
p lung e ver shaped
like hissing socks



Wetter

the it ch the
ory sa id or
did n’t ,caw
yr way ,nig
ht was gas
sing ,an the
lake reslap
ped .er sha
ped an .blo
omed out
side the sp
rayed you r
sla bulation
,or a rinse



Gu sh

b um ha m mu
te el bow el d
ucked behind
the porc h the
mit es c loud up
a n whis tle in y
r undies w hat a
boo m b oom
.note of here a
gamboline a w
as yr hissing w
hy the gas p
was left be fore
the fire




Neats

rim ham boom an
,pestle fla kes yr
c hub grasa logo
céntrico )d rops
yr s nort e whist
ling with a s
melt( the hun g
ash d ries yr
mocku lation an a
mom ulation ,hub
of nest yr
bleeding neck the
hung jug dried ‘n
d rained



Fume

jum p me lint sum
p me cooler s cum
chopter d ribbling
o ff yr neck shelf
gnats of here an
user-grimly .has h
imp acted ,wip ed
the f lutter c lean
why gr owling
knack wh y at
business in the
bushes like a
cloudy turd scra
wling through the
nayborhood



Chug

wipe the be ach
cream foam yr
hummer in the
pill ow bilk bilk
yr chain slaw
aged the hand
you w ore all
day w as b
lustered ,ben
ched ,cooly
scattered in the
snide effects .d
raw yr slog s
not drizzle cro
ss yr face an
thin



Brin k

boo m the c rust
dancer the long c
lam bemildered
in the crawlspace
wh ere yr leg is
bur ied an what
the future mighta
bur ned ,just
quickly on the
edge a sl imy
mango see d
miles into the vo
id yr teeth for got
.muscle s low an
sp read the d
ark




Phone

chorn an half tub ma te
grinning in the thorn yr
housing doubter clan
ging out the door the
wr ong hub turning .b
laze ka kaa nun nor th
pu zzled ,p age the b
urn ing glue hammer
.long yo ur each
glamour s lept out con
flagrat ion the muzz led
wall blew out



Bust

junk gram more com
plaint yr popping lips
.never sleeps just gr
ounds an grist les ,st
and a side an fry it
.lig shadow at yr sm
okehouse luggage
,plan et g ates an
moldy laundry
glowing in the closet
where yer arm for got



Must

chow dur an chea pur
an chaindow cornered
through the panty d
rain oh clamberland
yr cwispy tank shiv
ered next the salad
bar a shirt the dunk el
flavor sent .doubt an
dark an dope an
drippy one ,crave yr
smoothness light yr
stroking gasoline !



Chum

bot ah bop ah ,mel
ted mister ,c rave a
suited f lame ,yr cor
ner d amp an grist led
,like a cue tip a streak
chum a ,mor turd an
us er bendy preyed t
he muzzled up in
smoke .ah why yr
,murt mount ,d rab
endition of yr dope
less fl ouncing .b
rave me one




Drown

jun dle mu te an
boatwad ,topsy fun
nel whot cud gn ats
crowd yr j aw leet
tracing c lods you
swa llow wra p yr sh
orts around yr f ace
an dick yr tongueout
,“ace the mask” an
jumpi ng in the car
rot juice a long spf
lash a thi ck



Molt

bum cam mope s
hoe tim e lake
hustle driving ou t
my tr ouble sh immy
,or my slim y hand
inside yr hat .c raw
c row ,lot lapsed
,ten t tongued the
to xic rabbit corpsed
beneath the steps yr
sho glaw jat ter c
ram yr do ghorn in



Wheel

dople clanger wrought
yr dribble dunked yr
duly dangled whammy
atta ploy ,st age the s
cum bucket hover here
,a tanka whiners
whimp ers on the deck
o p art yr fire an shave
me off !boom loom
,drench shadow ,cus
pidor yr lugnuts sc
attered down the gut
turned



Head

ju nkham ,maize rub
ble net ted in yr so ap
pearence s haved yr e
ar an chubby
shoulder g rips the
listing of f yr und er
medley jus t p lung e
out loud an g lance
haf con dition .break
the mur dered fool
into a stat ue fanned
the failure sp ark the
c lub he aving in the
sh rubs




Dogs

plo dding sound
,mus cle creep the
cop secretion stats
yr funnel dimwit bur
ns the p age .yr
crispid armpit ,rub
ble st ants ,sh
rugging in the soup
an sa gging gla nce
yr head d rug tow
ard the loffal d awn
an days an bombs
an combs an drips
an



Silbato

fluck nathers ,wrest of
sneering gnat the corp
uscle flaghundt gospir
ating frackage ,tame a
t least ,or walls of fleas
.bomb the use less
muscle off ,yr cancer
airline aiming to ward
the horizonte do nde
whistles glow an waters
rise to throat



Epistle

yr dung lab muc
us ,nate tooth
,floamy busword
flaily glamored li
ke a salami su it
or ,pest le
lungage ,mort le
faw n gloppered
on yr “p late” a
humbleina th
roatwise ,nast f
lack ,d rum bled
toward w hat’s
gagging out ,an
er



Down

joik n ,flabiled ,choo
se yr snake layer c
ranky gu n nest yr c
reeping chin “a kinda”
fulsome growler
naming nothing like
the light .h uff hump
,the hilly w ashout b
lazes on the coast the
ships are stinking ,s
lawlike ,s lowly ch
urned an st roked




Endid

bus t my kn ack caw
dunst yr ab cession
claws or h ope n or
glandine itchstern
where yr loghorn
buzzes in t he
mutey one )yr
cuke( d ribbled in
the jerk or on .n
ekkid liver in yr
mousoline a sm
ouldered door a d
ragging window w
here the wind just
stops



Chase

your musc led dr eam
led your horny one yr
booth-gobbled glatter
stun my flaccid mun
my asp snorations
salad blo ttoed
“neatly” in the
gummy rope )yr clou
ding( fenced dung a
n secret prisons whe
re yr toilet b looms
.drugged f lies s
crumble in the
corners



Haw

suke change ,g ut k
nacker off yr gun t
rubble age of’s end
it por e the sluicing
all the knifes are du
ll n broke .ty ping
typi ng ng the dusty
screen folds upon yr
face the tox ic oil
grinning in yr hair a
lung c loud freezes
in t he street yr fing
ers g listen ,slowly



Snore

mount the matter
flatly tensive w hip
yr fountain shore
the gruelfish
dandled ,median ,f
orky toweling in yr
shadow gland is th
at the sensodine th
e chumpoline you
sw allowed so yr
lines would d rag
.lik ely battered in a
pan some b readed
cheek a stroke of
what you coulda
thought