--"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 charmed alarmed, Sorry I, sawed my bitching hairs to you (I was hectic, my screws shelved) (or so I molarized my shirt's blunt lout) ___________________________________ Brr, what I called's false doom, ___________________________ What I saw force of whirring your carburetor sweats like my teeth salt fault of my speech swarms like my chirring bores what I gnaw like my eye's locus gloved _________________________ (under the brim I lie) _____________________ like my eyesights bent in my brain back, or my line's shrinking before the wall? I was sent into pain's slack grime (my throughts scull aground) __________________________________ Pondering full pandered panties I, bent up my glasses stained with nap nappies... "Oh cutie-pie" lay on the stairs upordown while I wandered full wondering wavering I, but least your yip yapping's scooting my way (on your hairs I sup, I'm a clown) ______________________________________ Simulation notation's what I hacking here like I thought no think but's ink passed, But what's this sinks my shirt _______________________________________ "I donned my pills for that red lake, _________________________________ smoke I hid, but yours was the face I fought, laked in the room like my thought spoke... or I'm dribbling still, saving place on my chin for you ___________________________________ Shit, I should twaddle? __________________________ But, uh, those blowings or I-drown-in-my-ear, ______________________ It lathered my beard as I left, ____________________________ but my hoping's a string in cement or antacid sinks in my face (teeth coated with the speech I choke) Ah why I pull dull, like my breast swells) _________________________________ Like the wind faked death I blew in you, sand planed the lids from my eyes and a come thing I saw, So my puppet twitched (was I fucked or I fucked?) It was my ribs I huffed, ___________________________________ My rape's fast falling slime deltas, (but my release's further) Oh my nape's appalling last climb, (and my chittering clothes the same) and my boats are choked like sewers __________________________________ That fucking bummer's my meat bed rock? What where surged through my slumping, what slammed my head on the chair? ___________________________________ That cheese fluttered vainly in my mouth to you my reach cluttered with soap, As I sloped to you (my beach spewed) (my pizzaed cheeks) ____________________________________ But that shirt like a sink blocked up stank 'til I shed, (Oh my seat strewn with pants!) and your certain plug popped I _______________________________ I was barely shirts, (Could I choice those chemi-ropes?) _______________________________ My head with an amphora buried I ought carrying the red anaphore I thought ___________________________________ Like I slept, didn't I?, croaked from my lots of it, (I could never bite cloaked-in-spittle hot dugs) like I leapt at you but didn't spill; ______________________________________ A crate response seethes where my shirts hang, My sliver of will insnides me still or is forth the force to ignore and my boiling eyes are all reaction My late dance flees to dirt, a banging thing against my thigh _______________________________________ Like what slivered in my cheek spoke I turned to you, (coughing's my speech dense cup). (lighters in my forearms shiver). Lust quivered in the bleak jokes I burned for you, My false larking's queasy and my hankering's crate ____________________________________________ Like that pall cloaked my sailing, hope blended with my scattered flailing __________________________________ For loosing the sand on the hair I sank, for renewing my hand in the air I drank glue to my hips, spew's spoons crammed in my head... the combers I yearned... _________________________________ On the shore I baited my car rusts in the sleet what could I earn? what my worm released _______________________ What horse like lumber falls in my brain's artery, What courses like thunder walls my pain's lottery, What forces my sundered balls to gain these tawdry cakes, _______________________________________________ a chair in the face my face sit in half my belly heaped with ants in the bed (over there my red pants, wake for me _______________________________ --"ego" statements from John M. Bennett's 1991 book WAS AH, arranged by Bob BrueckL
