"scum whine ballpoint sneezing, bag to hum, eye sass ass nasal lit potpies, my face lapsing"
heaving char aft glistens, I'd eye sass ass nasal lit potpies, whelped inhalation, funnel flabber, greyish roily brain slopping, glut rash ding, ah snow -- pendant bloomer eggs, dusty cubit puttering, I'd skin drizzle the claw wet sea, I'd stone tone slippers, one glut ten tan rayed trill mist huffed, I'd you foggy horn towel constellations, very no chortled, foaming chug crap, slung lunge splurting, I'd glitter chew upgunk huff, you muscle mouldered fusilage, you kinda ham pee wizened, you gashed-spraddled gasless clique, how'd you collapse, how'd you rake rips rubbers, how'd you boot-slap nuts' acoruscation, you clack, you arboreal scrap-junk tundra, you blaze of shaded mum-rifting litter, you wig-hiss crack-bust tooth glue I'd scum whine ballpoint sneezing, bag to hum, my face lapsing, my cryptic cuspidoric toenail, my squalid humming, my sadly sog suds frozen, my bathtub bun bum boo, I'd my dug, my dump hunk gristle tree, my waffle nozzle coot, my loo loop spout, my cum shot poo hooter, my chin hoo cusp, I'd my beasty suck scalded in spandex, my spondee hallow-sotted oozing, umber opt, slathered hue, I'd ram my sloshing squealing, stabbed sight needled --Bob BrueckL (all words from John M. Bennett poems)
