John M. Bennett

Busted Hunting

hunting for the cluster or the
clogger hammer tonnage door the
luster or your soggy shirt lints
dumped and flustered shore the dog
clamor money ,floor the spurt
mints and ham mustard nor the
dusted hog glamor ,stunned sore
the lurched sinks and glands busted




Socks Wall

wall dream lathered neck trance of
“seeming” all gathered dreck stance
,your whinny skirt your tall cream
addled wreck and glanced the beaming
funnel shock ,dented ,crawled ,steam
of faltered beckon pants the leaned
mumbler lock ended ,crawled ,needs
to father ,reckoned dance socks