John M. Bennett

Spat Clanked

spat the shoulder leg dumper caged and
drinking in the noise flat mouldered egg
clump or “rage’ and thinking through the
clothes slumber bombed the shat colder
neck thumping ,staged a winking duel the
low numbers glommed and hankered all that
swelter ,begging ,lumps of age and stin
king gruel your glowing fumblers sunned and
clanked




Stuck Dents

stuck beside the pig nostril clouding what
yr pencil growls the buck ride or big
hostile crowding up yr fence towels rip
ping in the wind fuck the snide leg clois
ter round yr mental fowl dripping in the
shin you shuttered up inside the rig moisture
,sound of metal ,row ,clipping skin you
muttered ,luck ,slide ,digging cloture round
the dents