John M. Bennett

Sofa


dropped the head ,floor stink

shape and lists

cooler than a sworder

drape bacon ,fog and thumb

pelts the soaking think







Hotcha


brung the fist ahead

rant knife ,plague of flesh

low woof what wanders

came to lift the eyelid

rut nap ,hang shoulder ,lope






Ender Here


sand falls down the wall

load of joke foam bricks

chew the rust and throat

ready towel ,door burns

your flooded face your bowl