John M. Bennett

Nor Suck

suck the juice outside yr hand plate of
beans and ice tucked loose beside my
dangled slate and steamed gland rice
fuzzy armpit shines your ,duck suit
dried and handled face oh dream and
mice !dizzy ,farmed and lined ,so fucked
that boot fried ,glandular place your
“cream” and dice fizzing warm nor
whined ,)nor shucked nor(




Bomb Calm

bomb crust falling off the towel crystal
half the tomb dust’s calling ,coughs the
plow list calf bleeding down your steps ,rom’s
bust bawling in the loft’s slow piss laugh ,sees
that clown nor checks the suit you doored
:alarmed hustle crawling through the coffee no
mist raft leaves my hat sewn sore ,decks
of loot ignored ,calm