John M. Bennett

Still Your

your frilly scrotum puzzles in the sock
you glanding in the hall nor filled tote
uh nuzzled rock or clanging off the
tall wallet coin you ,still broke and
rumbled clock you sang or coughed the
raw closet joined yr silly rope .stand and
stumble where you rang nor puff the clawed
mop shone with grilled hope yr hand
mumble ,air bang ,rough and stalled oh
clot the phone and still !




Broke Cage

cage the shape of your floatitus
plan or sinking pages ,apes ,floors
,throat sand or drinks the time’s junk
the dusty air the age’s nape and bloated
boat gland you’re “thinking” ,dimed ,lumped
with crusts and hair the stage plate
gloats and sure’s stinky whined ,clumps
of rust and stairs the crazed state’s broke