Com pose

Sleep past the fold chair
pinched yr nether slag cheek
duster book cold 'n clangy
walk 'n smile it's just
thong blood dimpled smackside clung
to pants ah farting throng!
watch moat, draped 'n lost
yr rattle rant breath, snatch
comb from toilet never wake
"forking slowly through the loam"


John M. Bennett

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