Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
John M. Bennett
Drip Or
drip the sullen sleeve or
drip the noodled egg or
drip the sawedoff foot or
drip the clustered reek or
drip the bullet sack or
drip the stunning turd or
drip the lock shadow or
drip the knuckle window or
drip the sugar off your nostril or
drip the talcum off your blowoff or
drip the motoroil off your tune or
drip the edge off your belly or
drip the blister off your cow or
drip the number off your boot or
drip the compost off your pen or
drip the flowage off your shot or
Store Or
store the cloister in your sow or
store the swimmer in your bee or
store the knockwurst in your gown or
store the soda in your sock or
store the limpet in your nostril or
store the mallet in your trottage or
store the swipe in your collarbone or
store the snapper in your key or
store the swollen ship or
store the clocking shower or
store the blink lather or
store the nut focus or
store the clod napper or
store the cloud sweetener or
store the dung clapper or
store the wool nodder or
drip the sullen sleeve or
drip the noodled egg or
drip the sawedoff foot or
drip the clustered reek or
drip the bullet sack or
drip the stunning turd or
drip the lock shadow or
drip the knuckle window or
drip the sugar off your nostril or
drip the talcum off your blowoff or
drip the motoroil off your tune or
drip the edge off your belly or
drip the blister off your cow or
drip the number off your boot or
drip the compost off your pen or
drip the flowage off your shot or
Store Or
store the cloister in your sow or
store the swimmer in your bee or
store the knockwurst in your gown or
store the soda in your sock or
store the limpet in your nostril or
store the mallet in your trottage or
store the swipe in your collarbone or
store the snapper in your key or
store the swollen ship or
store the clocking shower or
store the blink lather or
store the nut focus or
store the clod napper or
store the cloud sweetener or
store the dung clapper or
store the wool nodder or
John M. Bennett
Number Rat
number what your foot cries shuttered
in the stunning fog thumb ,rut nor looted
flies guttering in the numbing slog intoward
the stewing throat you clumb the sputtered
soot the thighs uttered through the slumber
hog ,the forward glue moat or sung your
clutter-suit your sighs your buttered rat
More Chain
chain or tubmeat quickened shore shirt
tailored with an axe or rain floor ,stubbed
sheet licked nor dirty tales ,wrist of
flat rocks and spiders .pain spore clubbed
,yr feet picked the lore spurted bales of
mist’s fat socks and choirs ,whistled
stain no more
number what your foot cries shuttered
in the stunning fog thumb ,rut nor looted
flies guttering in the numbing slog intoward
the stewing throat you clumb the sputtered
soot the thighs uttered through the slumber
hog ,the forward glue moat or sung your
clutter-suit your sighs your buttered rat
More Chain
chain or tubmeat quickened shore shirt
tailored with an axe or rain floor ,stubbed
sheet licked nor dirty tales ,wrist of
flat rocks and spiders .pain spore clubbed
,yr feet picked the lore spurted bales of
mist’s fat socks and choirs ,whistled
stain no more