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LoOok

my boOrn casTer l’ame my ouch

log ——— or bent the cOmb ra)labpst

book(  was/////tum//bling an the

assssshes fleww : :  :   :    :     :    ah

air was grey insects * * * fa\\ing f

rom thye sky my stone saiiiled aw

aaay na ym gol saw gniliob gnillliob

)runn a head an think  k   k    k     k       k



Getting Up

rept dingle ,low the throUUUne

where I stubBle at the caved-in //\\

gates a bubble brises from my

bmouth o gassy ππππ gaazzing at

the high sh∆arp mist I should sleee

p beneath the carr I should mouldd

my skkull I should filll my pannts

with stones ººººoo and stutter in my

suiit Π the claw stackers clacking th

ere and I riisse and grisstle for

the staairs  ):(

LoOok

my boOrn casTer l’ame my ouch

log ——— or bent the cOmb ra)labpst

book(  was/////tum//bling an the

assssshes fleww : :  :   :    :     :    ah

air was grey insects * * * fa\\ing f

rom thye sky my stone saiiiled aw

aaay na ym gol saw gniliob gnillliob

)runn a head an think  k   k    k     k       k



Getting Up

rept dingle ,low the throUUUne

where I stubBle at the caved-in //\\

gates a bubble brises from my

bmouth o gassy ππππ gaazzing at

the high sh∆arp mist I should sleee

p beneath the carr I should mouldd

my skkull I should filll my pannts

with stones ººººoo and stutter in my

suiit Π the claw stackers clacking th

ere and I riisse and grisstle for

the staairs  ):(

KING DUCK GLAND

John M. Bennett

Dnas Tolp

plotting fast the ham d oo r oo m thu

nder p late nigh crawed ent er go cho

ked my lap money ah the corn died deid

nroc eht ha t shad how boiling do

wn my facial skin  .knobbed an blast

,den under ,cave of sticking teeth or

hteet gnikcits fo evac ulate my roi

ling shorts  .king duck gland ,knotty f

lash ,my sore loomed gate  )thigh(  sp

rawled an runny ,paged the gazing at my

sand

Tonk

calm the log hurling in yr suit soup

gusher ,la bocanada humeante ,to

nel son deado ho I’m dead  .ask

the sot right down the tos nwod f

lame bee tle ,gristle ,forking ,n

aming spot the place the ecalp eht

tops  .bugs and rice ,grunting in the

eels the palmy swirled boot hushed

my head my you it was saw ti uoy

ym daeh ,aging vast  .nor busted ,li

ke a knot

Niap Kcab

itch na prub burp an hcti ate the

loam brink an cashless crowd ,your

fundus ,bricky ,tendonitis ,shorty

sank o faucet combination snore the

rice and I will see you never more

erom reven ,ees tsuj a eloh ni ria

in air a “hole” roofless one the

soup’s budget spills and all my

words are fire erif era sdrow ym

lla ma cordial y mi gorra de lodo

.something sticky shining on my mask

Etalp

found the gruesome corn hat or hel

met the place beneath a basement

locker room a booming thorn and

grease sicle elcis esaerg dum

grinny one ah were it just  .I

fake my rabbit ,club my throat

you taorht ym tibbar ,mast sells

,gouging ,raised the kernals of my

lungeless teeth and clocking sp

oon  .puzzle elzzup ,foggy plate

whiff

stun

k

the cap

acity door

s port

dun

k

slapper suit

fogg

tan

k

an

san

k

an

tieless

ck

tired of

same dust

cra cra

jetter

spread the daerps

corn mime

cave and grain

chaw

sock ,sack

;;;;;;;

kinda jumpy

dinero

di en

tero de

l aire

del

i  i  i  i  i

nicio

chopo

chagar

lolo lu

men

enterioso

Faerc

septicimic cleft dat an tar lorgo

pest liperous bed in bate honn my core

.orr left a way wont bag g lint wet hered

hame me lake me ondal aflotante ango

stino so b right el lite up up there  .amd

deh dog towel ,grash  .hebda s mash aw

that enh eh  :lept leppt ham the dayy

,órale  .in the clinky shat clown !

Too

jumbpy ,speddy ,rays ,grime ,eh etch

condition dîtes-moi “mortal” ch

oked the flag fog  ,spoiliation ,pants ,ch

ert an butt ons flappy head crawl sp

ace  .seen cheese cror such lovely f

ats nan bugs ,wy me  ?not bast ,no

t corupscation drabbled oh inflation

heavy oh shoe bleets oh  )sumba ph

one dusty folded one

gah

ped loc

sped an dungk

shed

empt

¿y qué pues?

lept

tigo

ohr

sewn docg

cha

dink sand

bowlt

shod my

ladda

key

net glare

fornt

jaw mat

trun

dake

spet

eeel

rungk

naest

was born

whuz

drip

Shapeless

shape your hand into a wave

wave your lip into a stone

stone your knee into a wing

wing your breath into a comb

comb your back into a river

river your blood into a shape

Thumbing

thumb your book into a soup

soup your tongue into a cup

cup your eye into a wind

wind your shoe into a sink

sink your towel into a wall

wall your throat into a thumb

Dog Lens

dropped ah  .meld torn  .blaest of tu

pper shade ,fell ,hawn groan ,bester

face in sun ,cloud ,link  .buy a head

.form of shidt sheds an sheds ,unga

lack brat ton of glue reft trashing in

the bed the shade flabps the sea f

ar out “at” spray the long nothing

left  )sun ,cloud(  s o dry an st

opped

User an Neck

the bl oat gumn the ed ickification sed so

me tongue cudt out also hopping  .sorna  .s

lappa  .the ten ded  .a coat of foam fulla

span     lung     taste     soom     gost     con

H  .bread dung the spoke low great wheel l

eaner spun ah fond nape fund  !in the s

tream blink ehn tiny fish my  ?tongue a

gain aloss a tieme a...   wish my stunned t

one soap my ef fable  )cluster(

Bout

baste I ,bid the shorn ,labbed an

docked against ,slapping the page

.sout sot ‘n  .oh nay funded all the

form slap  )my clock(  pastered pes

turd an fizzed  .la haw ,bant er ,ent

ero mi pelo ingular sin S ese  .longed

the flame the bow contained ,lipless and

the rubber rudder folds against my

cheek my mildew page my lock gas my

runnels washing out the books

Plop Plop

plop my sand beside your foot

foot my loom beside your chaw

chaw my leg beside your lunch

lunch my clot beside your wool

wool my yapping dog beside your glue

glue my tummy beside the fridge

fridge my gaze beside your plop

Netsilg

cry and glisten in your breakfast

breakfast and glisten in your gallop

gallop and glisten in your swallow

swallow and glisten in your tubing

tubing and glisten in your closet

closet and glisten in your olvido

olvido and glisten in your stone

stone and glisten in your cry

Some Said

muttered shape and I could hasten

flapping feet and all that trunkage

dropping from the moonlight or was that

crinkled invoice holding all my aura

that’s a crammer plunged ahead the

slumping grease inhabitation flab the

pillow  .focus gas or ,time to spore

the soup crusty watches sinking in

the gutter so much rain and wh

istle so much crates and uttered

est

bu g an

d b ench

cr owd

fum

ble

et

roaro

leemo

tend

fraught goon

yes

yuh yuh

ank

le mot

e

muscle

le

m ake

bomber

lung er or

beaut

that “meatmute”

folder found

the fire

bas ta

now

non e bo

ught

dunngg

saw it

f)log

clag

uhh flapper

nu sky

ester

bang tune

sunny sky

ept core

the lung gnat

soon

lipt grance

)))(((

chew the fog

it

drubbing

knot

plaid

the crease the

cen ter

eee

lock house

phase tool

rutter came

aw should

the cave

bando

lint drool

fauces

knot

rollo

real “was”

ahhhh

)right(

Wall

sip the thorn your eye congeals the

crossing guard the toaster falls in

flames ,snore the rice your nose is

in my face I smell  .age of leaving

,I was is ,bedded with a loaf of

sliced ,grabbed the stem still ,bleeding

spitting gravel ,thought of walls of

ice  .sped the ghost my immolation

peeled my skin my empty hand is born

Payoff

pellet ,crystal ,spoon ,cenote

,cloud...  uh table rinsed all

the sand fills my shoe  .the

eraser comb ,clattering fans

shake the floor my sleep re

peals my thorny pants my

buzzing mist like light thru

sting in my ear’s night air

)stones rolling in a cave(  pass

the water in your hand  .down

right pretty is my wallet ,muddy

,stuffed with rotting thumbs

Drink Soap

bubbled cup what’s sinks what’s

lala lengua dissolving numbers on

that crumpled page your footmeat

,spattered shadow ,laundry coldcuts

,pierce your tongue and bleed the

coughing out the faucet’s soup you

poured into yr pants what I put

on  .and teetered near the edge

,where the steps should be

Flotsam

plunged right in ,the greasy wave the

lumber starts to sink aún sapote

.meat and corn it’s quiver time your

throat of cancellations throttled nap

.cough outside the suit of muddy so

cks ,play a storm ,finger in your

ear a tuner wrist the fleas the

cave the slumbered farts and th

ink o fold the smouldered shore

,insulation scattered on the beach

November 11, 2009