john
At 01:31 PM 1/27/2006, you wrote:
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
Dr. John M. Bennett
Curator, Avant Writing Collection
Rare Books & Manuscripts Library
The Ohio State University Libraries
1858 Neil Av Mall
Columbus, OH 43210 USA
(614) 292-3029
[EMAIL PROTECTED]
www.johnmbennett.net
___________________________________________
