eat that mosca, yr throat
wings light oh trout you tongue!
ticking on the water...
stray an dome count the lung
breaks flight, speaks an hair roof
drains yr spine spinning long
night the day glug glug. sore
lip sucked in, crust of speech
depilator rustling
shirtless in the spilled dusk
Sank
shirtless toward the dark surf
depilator twitching
lip or your watching me,
night cleaves you to or from,
drains the ear and fills it
breaks windy pants on beach
stray faucets of your speech
ticking wetly in sink
wings... brave blutwurst pocket
eat what's saved (eat what's not
John M. Bennett
