Molybdenum

Molybdenum Rejoice, nude tongue, my dumbstruck nipples hang by one contagious hinge by the dirty-blond seashore, my one-millimeter bone delirious with bruises, my cockshut ribs all virgin slime, sledgehammer fuses, ashen, askew, cataracting all the fusion you undid on top of the scalp of

egg gas

egg gas egg gas, ray box air, fur gem, only smear feelings away, lightly extravagant, glass wails, pearl wad, quickly eat knuckles in a sackcloth, itchy nuts, climax dew drops, pear blossoms, nobody is anxious, yet the glowing wires of the crocus sun in a lipless loop peal plaintively,

In the sphere of irrelevance

In the sphere of irrelevance, yr speech is a permuted locution. My utterances are not utterly algorithmically irrelevant. [window-sill] The squeaking ambiguities are not irrelevant to the permuted acts of utterance. [come anew] The endless ambiguities in your voice are being interpolated.

Teeth Parched

Teeth Parched pucker sucker hoop poo ah stem or all eh clobbers chatter an quirky my doofus kennel glut yr shithouse pancake hush rankled upstart rutting knob you tore my mugged dung away and tongs uxorious giggling my face -- shush -- hustled between yr hips lop or giggling weeds

moans wilt wordly

moans wilt wordly as if the screwed night flunked, coming, rubbing details of bluffing absence colliding with audible numbers and weeds, bashed-in skies, it emits twisted assertions, as if the optic inflow was posing; or winding shallow, snagged and bulky shadows were too abusive queue

Meat flab

Meat flab meat pout heaving it deep, crack gash, buzzard gush, bum in the looshit spat, slot rat flab what crack, ice a gush, gag it deepspoon ouch spatloppy mute, loopy lake, smokegag: cumulus flab --Bob BrueckL after John M. Bennett

Meat flab II

Meat flab II Meat pout heaving it deep, crackgash, buzzard gush, bum in the looshitspat, slot rat flab what crack, ice agush, gag it deepspoon ouch spatloppymute, loopy lake, smokegag: cumulus flab --Bob BrueckL after John M. Bennett

Meat flab III

Meat flab III Meat pout heaving it deep, crackgash, buzzard gush, bum in the looshitspat, slotrat flab what crack, ice agush, gag itdeepspoon ouch spatloppymute, loopy lake, smokegag: cumulus flab --Bob BrueckL after John M. Bennett

from JMBs 1991 book WAS AH

--ego statements from John M. Bennett's 1991 book WAS AH, arranged by Bob BrueckL __ bare wires aglint in the dust I, Lessen I bite your thigh... and my lust crimps ...what my eye haunts __ Oh I summoned froth of somnulation I was

Trash flatulence

Trash flatulence Trash flatulence soaking my shadow in regurgitating buds -- air gnat dawn, rotting dopey sleep blaring thru my lushy niche, stink light, lung-leak yolk-lick, red dog gravel, humping off, deep seep, wallowed in inches sullen smear -- nest guts, lushly stumbling on the crunchy

--some John M. Bennett ego phrases

--some John M. Bennett ego phrases arranged by Bob BrueckL I was pitching like I was truculent nor bothered with the throbbing floor I was galling I slept beneath the weeds the stems between my leg I was nodding I was grueling I was chimping I was blowing I was planking I was drubbing I was

Contrapuntal funguses

Contrapuntal funguses orange saffron stigmas, knots of turds, wet chartreuse fart --Bob BrueckL

Insomnia haiku

Insomnia haiku breezy night -- dim twigs and stars thru the seeing light __ butt husk paramecium snow wand cut-outs of silence ___ I desire the confusion of feces flung in my face. soul's soil deleted abnegation

Re: spoony tulip zipper being

spoony tulip zipper being winsome porous O split labia, in whatever weeds you fuck looming whip clipper seeing kingdom snorous know quit flavia, in muck quiver seeds you suck moony underlip, little dipper seeing dome clitoris blow a bit rubia, sin butt never bleeds, you dick blooming strip

Re: spoony tulip zipper being

spoony tulip zipper being winsome porous O split labia, in whatever weeds you fuck looming whip clipper seeing kingdom snorous know quit flavia, in muck quiver seeds you suck moony underlip, little dipper seeing dome clitoris blow a bit rubia, sin butt never bleeds, you dick blooming strip

Re: spoony tulip zipper being

spoony tulip zipper being winsome porous O split labia, in whatever weeds you fuck looming whip clipper seeing kingdom snorous know quit flavia, in muck quiver seeds you suck moony underlip, little dipper seeing dome clitoris blow a bit rubia, sin butt never bleeds, you dick blooming strip

Little Play.  Act 2.

Little Play. Act 2. Scene 1. Lewis LaCook: fragile, bending over the hood, always flatter. off lights, down that black gut, gnashing, flaming. Jukka-Pekka Kervinen: thugs, number, under, during, python, spine, prickle. Lucio Agra: truth, goof, thou.

Poem

Poem stamen I implore, ache my suitcase, What'd I say? I he snagged the flaucet gum beading soupy, my flank-sought tie flank laky slurping cast the row lake slup: dang throat I hosed, I lungish, my held the belt he cusp, I came, steady dream nosed my boat sang all ha name, my body's meat,

blare clangers wood stinging regurgitation bile

blare clangers wood stinging regurgitation bile What forces my sundered balls to gain these tawdry cakes, blare clangers wood stinging regurgitation bile Shit, I should twaddle? seed stumbled taint bending crunched inches or I'm dribbling still, saving place on my chin for you fog apse plash off

Little Play, 1 Act, 3 scenes.

Little Play, 1 Act, 3 scenes. Scene 1. Dan Waber: The silence between words Lanny Quarles: scabs Alan Sondheim: filtered until patterns are discerned. mIEKAL aND: One word. Bob BrueckL: If only I could never be there enough. Lewis LaCook: for Mary. John Lowther: I am, I am, I'm, I

Naughtily

Naughtily If only I could never be there enough. I could never implement the factual reflections. I could never suck on the irrefragable susurration. I could never be a dead-on butt stain. If only I could naughtily be a piece of anything, I would only be a hollow wire with a blue spectral line

I am in heat

I am in heat I am in heat this shiny morning iridescent brass tacks in tossed light dropping droppings sans-serif udder ache in light deflowered -- glare not to breathe nearer or beyond night's runnel leaf, a gory glory, light being unconceived -- --Bob BrueckL

Red on yellow

Red on yellow Black white on pink vertical polarization My decoder is broken. The dummy sprouts quondam nonsense stultifying the color of hash's starchy disposal, grudgingly blouses compresses initializing a tantrum atop unused senselessness's wake mode which inflicts memory. You

Re: Yelp

Sorry, Allen, but all the words are directly from JMB's poems! Bob BrueckL __ From: Allen Bramhall [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Wed Jan 18 11:57:24 CST 2006 To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA Subject: Re: Yelp [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Yelp Yelp for a thigh

John M. Bennett phrases

some John M. Bennett phrases I cringed be hind you my back shirt rolling in the wind?s mud Spree my sopping thinks a clam shot all my squirrelly fingers, placed my throat outside the dung, heaping hoglint I could randomize oh my usher drain in me ! ready reeling I could sanderize stormy

Yelp

Yelp Yelp for a thigh rinse I cringed Oh me! spree shot stormy plopping paginate my ass cheeks paginate my balls I luggage I angle I fin I blister I cramp I corn I clam I spore I trance I finger I dung I throat I mud I wind I behind I i shore ,ah you lubes , craze core my rump drug me

Wild daylily

Lily dimple Slug shadow dim wind tore wisps wet shadow dim wind tore wisps wet dim wind tore wisps wet slug wind tore wisps wet slug shadow dim tore wisps wet slug shadow wisps wet slug shadow wet slug shadow dim wind tore wisps slug dim wisps tore wind wet shadow dim wet slug tore shadow wind

Tingly

Tingly Shattered rocks of stars, the silence is too factual: thicknesses of memory -- to maneuver thru them obsessed with the subtleties of vast piles of excrement. --Bob BrueckL

Still teat

Still teat Each ache sham ham teat cupboard puke boar drat gnats rear ray ear peels sleep peals slapped pears sudden doze teflon icy dice moo mow toilet hoot toot pours pores spurt syrup erupts purrs pure knuckle nails hunk lien easel release wails slime emits slaw mace crammed rough huggies

Re: dopamine

mIEKAL: I can't say for sure what edge, if any, I have from being diagnosed as bi-polar II, especially since I also have an obsessive-compulsive disorder, which has been far more painful and destructive in my life. I also have never published a book of poems. No edge there. So the edge

That dopamine buzz

Buffered chasms stashed in the memory of ions across a resonant hoard of membranes emitting a subdued luster in the hidden sockets of logorrhea, the exacting concoction of a seductive night entangled up in the dopamine buzz of an unused anus in a fired kiln. --Bob BrueckL

Emily Dickinson is 175

Emily Dickinson is 175 (b. Dec. 10, 1830) Crossbones, altimeters of gristle, aquamarine homophones, radioactive turquoise, pimples on my rearend on the fringe of death. The unruly eyelid of the amperage is wary, a rimmed paradox, a prevarication breeding holes without names, without manes.

Quidnunc

Quidnunc Limbs of voices paginate my prick, stapled stains, ectoplasm's waffle. Scabrous sourpuss, lash the wads pistol-whipped diachronically. --Bob BrueckL

Unwoven poem

Unwoven poem To possess and demodulate a cipher wallowing on the wings of an interleaf where nodes of another exhaust discern the bloodsucking sextants of interspersed beings (rhizome, corm, tuber) on the cylindrical coils of a mucked up rotten disk swallowing a dash of burnt umber in one gulp

Woven poem

Woven poem To deseed the modules of lethargy in the fluid night of liver lust all scrunched up down in the dawn of the thyroid where parasite-lipstick-wonks drone on about drooping clusters of thrashing text. --Bob BrueckL

after Jukka-Pekka Kervinen's -rwxr-xr-x

after Jukka-Pekka Kervinen's -rwxr-xr-x Tuned, rooted device, id interleaving :: empty withering :: mildew in a low light roots :: diluted impugned with crepuscular twilight twitches roots :: infringing on the tepid shrinking of gnarled stillnesses id :: inside out, touted as my initial

Mr. Pelt

Mr. Pelt Purple scars, purple scars, screeching, purple lines, streetcars, purple ticking, purple ticking tingle, heavy load, liquid load, load, coal light scratching, blurring, blowing, purple blue light white, heaviness of balls, bulbous breasts, Venus breasts, liquid light scarred,

Wild cherry blood

Wild cherry blood Wild cherry blood in the veins of the stars: will the hue subdue the moaning of the perniciousness hovering over the avaricious incoherence of the forgotten verb. Will it lessen the dazzling delight it arouses in the precious artifice of idleness. Plainly imagine an

Shyster

Shyster Was oil? Was it swapped often. Was the id. Was the id in the dump. Was the oily fur assulted once too often. Was the oil interleaved with the sorrow. Was the fluffiness like death. Was the dump only a memory. Is the fur a device to be destroyed in bitter grief. I will rejoice

Fucked-up shit

Fucked-up shit Such suck as this is then a wince: senseless silence -- my name is singed. Pithy slippages off-kilter, assignation of minced cant inexactly wrenched, less hue outshining the kickass spritz, outpouring little until unkindly cringes swivel toward my uninflected booty, tacitly

Spazz

Spazz Thence thrice abrasions smudged abashed repercussions, dwindled predilections in the rock light, pederasty in the pockmarked spunk of the sky. Cribbage mattress boombox, dregs pastiche I abhor slack, the speech of sleep, gusts of light bruising intestines' intensities within the

Spilt light

Spilt light Dong butter gnurl noose, plowed glaucous legs smoke, shattered spat shadow whistle, cream bleating hog crusted, the face inside the wrinkled shrub is empty diaper, light mud. Dander blood on the doorknob, rat sable nope gushed, floppy plunger outside in the fridge, throat grease

Amok

Amok Now my spade is suctioned out, not my execrated bum rungs, the blonde coal glow of my latrine wrist, it is not my lattice licked by no one but you, stalled aphid in the, I dunno, snatch? hear the arse rays hay air yawn -- bent panties not in my presence, not in my striated diacritical

Spore bang nodding craw slop

Spore bang nodding craw slop clouds debris stone stone plop damp nudge hung greased slung bustling kinda boll bonker ping tooth pencils shudder cuddle torn dink lark nap porn shuddered swallow couch flake plunger inch blew popped tube sorta where you dong lungs clotted stomach sock slather butt

Sky skin

Sky skin irksome vulva linchpin, upended scalpel, sordid afflatus, pearlescent bungling undone: it's a heckuva unglued anus, dust of meat it is still in me it has not been withdrawn it is not moving it is unmoving it is still where the giddiness is enchanted fatter anus limbs of sunlight