John M. Bennett

Buy Steaming

buy my meter where the drip exhales or
dreaming fly by sweeter stair the strip in
hales or pleading pencils for the contents
why your feet stare and trip the pails
seem dry my meadows or the portents
scribed nor eats my bare lip the
nails bent the sweat failed the sky
,steaming





Mute Suit

mute fork you cuddled in your ending take
the chair and soot ya sort your muddled
limns your sending lake the hair and drizzled
lap your loot pork and puzzled hymns what
grizzled hat lump puddles in my moot port
fake stare or mort brims the slapped
nut giggled on the floor “suit”