John M. Bennett

Heaven Tossing

heaven sloshing on the porch rant doubled
knee and corner never slouched and dorked
pants grumbled sleep or normal chattering
in the soup clever couch you porked the glanced
stumble ,deep nor formal scattering past the
loop :shivered ouch you lurked and danced
,doubled street and corny nattering task ,the
“group” severed ,tossing




Bar Up

up the dungeon where yr cupid loll
meanders cut the luncheon hair yr
stupid doll squanders armpit heaving
,nut a lunging air or looping fall
laundered star it’s leaving just a
shrug a stare a booting crawl wan
dered mar ,sits steaming crust a
dug snare ,looting all ,the floundered bar