In the 1980's i wrote 100's of anaphoric "I was" poems - gotta get them all (well, not all) into print one of these days.
john
At 03:21 AM 3/10/2006, you wrote:
--"ego" statements from John M. Bennett's
1991 book WAS AH,
arranged by Bob BrueckL
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bare wires aglint
in the dust I,
Lessen I bite your thigh...
and my lust crimps
...what my eye haunts
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"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)
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Brr, what I called's false doom,
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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
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(under the brim I lie)
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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)
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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)
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Simulation notation's what I hacking here like I
thought no think but's ink passed,
But what's this sinks my shirt
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"I donned my pills for that red lake,
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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
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Shit, I should twaddle?
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But, uh, those blowings
or I-drown-in-my-ear,
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It lathered my beard as I left,
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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)
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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,
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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
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That fucking bummer's my meat bed rock?
What where surged through my slumping,
what slammed my head on the chair?
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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)
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But that shirt like a sink blocked up
stank 'til I shed,
(Oh my seat strewn with pants!)
and your certain plug popped I
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I was barely shirts,
(Could I choice those chemi-ropes?)
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My head with an amphora buried I ought
carrying the red anaphore I thought
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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;
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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
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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
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Like that pall cloaked my sailing,
hope blended with my scattered flailing
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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...
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On the shore I baited
my car rusts in the sleet
what could I earn?
what my worm released
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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,
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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
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--"ego" statements from John M. Bennett's
1991 book WAS AH,
arranged by Bob BrueckL
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
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