John M. Bennett

Eat Guns

eat the ear shoe numbered meat deck
flayed your knife seat near the
slew of under neck you strayed your life
sack leaking beet smears your one few
lumber flecked with brayed wives ,knack of
seeking gears and guns




Gas Clocks

gas and laundry ,crust and pocket ,stage
a groped light severation as you wander
in the gusty socks and pages ,sloped right
feveration glowing hat and rice so fast so
wondered past the dust and locks the cages’
roped fight numeration slowing ,slowing that
grand lice or mast of plunder blasts the
busted clocks