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 toilet hole. Pondering full pandered panties I, spud rubber node clanks gushy blister I donned my pills for that red lake, trance scalding tracing flakes' stunning melt like my eyesights bent in my brain back, blister dug flapper heel dunk trance "Oh" I summoned froth of somnulation brightly deep sop tore fluttered shatters Brr, what I called's false doom, stunning gall blade rinsed clangers stink what I gnaw (loves) like my eye's locus gloved flatulence crawl splintered bloom bud sunk (was I fucked or I fucked?) loot powder why dab slope splash It lathered my beard as I left, inch glance gnat splash sodden dread That fucking bummer's my meat bed rock? dawn slab floated long leaked dead (I could never bite cloaked-in-spittle hot dugs) Bob BrueckL words & phrases from some John M. Bennett poems
