john m. bennett

The Lunch

caw claw,,loom dust.an necks spra
wling///whine sink ,the scuttled
cage lifter,,,moss and souppppp
splllashed before the _ _ linted clo
ud oh gas --- ]shape[ my hand
in rice the log booms ooooO s
tone an slaw )( crusty sack (((t
he time stink)))) my folding sh
adow ,fo cused :::::: it’s p p p p
age




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brain or fog sent thumb the eye
plate drizzle ,,, // said eh noose O
long comb wafting down the hall be
leaf puzzled = = sandwich dream :: tee
th .scald my lumpy ;;;; foot an chain
gristle held long above the hig
hest step \\\ I could swallow I could
float and crash . . . . an numb my
face . . . . loose my nom laughing