John M. Bennett
caged toilets in a storm
my throat washed out , its
sticky air regueldo thick
with ants & coffee , grounds
impacted with yr shore regrets
, it’s the swirling of depiction
lingo , insecticide redilution
& my exmemorial memory of
fog glistening in my face : yr
defected shadow slaw or sore
bit my tongue’s nexplanation , a
globular thumb instead of my eye
• fistive dog
• bark explunged
• hammers flushed
John M. Bennett
split neck crawls across yr foot
ants will circle in yr shoe its
tongue baloney limp door
yr route collapsd . yr
sidewalk gland yr thot teeth
sunk in soup . rain cornered
on the sandwich moulding in
yr pocket , it’s what ate will
eat of you , a mirrored wind
drops off the shredded roof
Ʌ̃~~ ~
John M. Bennett
alba libresca
seizure bound with grocery
lists hand smeared with
batteries a frozen
book of concatenation it’s
yr inches drawn with water
towels gray with dust
fill the sink yr mirror in
mire shines inside yr
mouth my misty trapdoor
shaking as a dawn squeezed up
John M. Bennett
lo que el gato no me regaló
½ an empty hamster
in my chest rotting
door the eyes creep ou
t
forma gasolinera me
mordiste la lengua
con tripas minúsculas
sombrero mío Hache
inrespirante ca a
í
sobre el cogote sobre el
pecho con su vacío resplandeciente
John M. Bennett
las hojas explosivas
the trees are an exploding river
revir del nariz no huela más el
ahora ya se comía ni le queda
aire es un foco
árbol de fuego empapado yo
el estacado que apenas camina
entre los libros de piedra que me
guían y me estorban el sendero
John M. Bennett
el túnel del tochtli
uttered dripping where my
plate cracked a luncheon
crusted broken
lightswitch falls to the
thick floor
was a burnt calendar
was a tooth shiny in
a mirror was yr grumbly
mouth gravel is
rotting rabbit