John M. Bennett

Mute Flute

mute or ham ,mer or suit ,the crumbed
drink stutters kinda cute ,a sore hand stares
.yr loot gun yr wink and cluttered wind
fatter shirt you tore the boot slung blinking
“folder” ,spin ,smattered dirt and door foot
...bumbling through the rink ,a mindless flute




Speaks Meat

meat my thrane half drinking all the
calds mumbled feet ,why’s same pelf
thinking ,fall and stall the crumbled storm
room sweeter sky ,name of “self” links
balls or wells the numbed form looms
,meet dry ,games and shelves ,sinks crawled
with such swell crumbs the worm spoon
speaks