John M. Bennett

Clouds Fold

fold and grease ,bummer route ,bland
neck gloater groped and flees ,a
number shoot a banner check fear soaked like
socks floating in yr soup ,speeds and mum
bles ,rooted hammer in yr cheek gears of
rock and goop ,a deck of stunning clouds




Hissing Watch

wash my leg ,trunce foam ,gust of
tables crashed against the water
wall my regulance ,bones of just cabled to
the cash ants faltered like a glistened
tire ,stall me ,egg my pants ,phones or
dust shaved or rash glance watered ,dry
,listened to a wire fall ,begs ,danced
,groans and’s crusted in yr navel ,splash chance
you buttered flies and hissing