clod sand oh the diner
plate cluster clutter
clacking was yr lipless
mouth groomed like
stone 'n grabbed her
plow wake, all that
wriggling. b lank turn,
roof recession, table
black with "thought" grease
(shuffle all the dinner pages

Fogo

shuffle eyes 'n lips yr
black tooth regazes at my
roof gleaming below the
wriggling tongue was that a
plow dripping on the door
stone? name outside yr
mouth spooned with gravel
clacking stream around yr
plate oh shining
clod, hand your fire!


John M. Bennett

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