John M. Bennett

Door Chain

chain the lack twaddle for your for
k gunnel straying pain the sack
,double grease your please hump
staining pork ice whistle foaming
in your pants name the crack bob
ble nor your funnel dancing in your
ear flaying same the knack crusted
like a wallet bubbled sneeze
,dump my glancing sneer my lice
and gristle flame the black crumbled door




Clutch Pistons

clutch your shirt and wipe the ham
sack glistens in the dusty rain your
dirt and knife glans sock heavy
shoe falling off the roof back listens
to the crusty name your life blisters
,knot of armpit glare and pocket breath
what glue crawling from your hoof clot
,alarm ,flare ,wealth of lunched spurt and
flight of hand back behind the pistons