Monday, November 30, 2009

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




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




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




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




gah


ped loc
sped an dungk

shed





empt


¿y qué pues?

lept
tigo





ohr


sewn docg
cha

dink sand




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




bowlt


shod my
ladda
key

net glare





fornt


jaw mat
trun
dake

spet





eeel


rungk
naest

was born
whuz

drip

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

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




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





ck


tired of
same dust

cra cra





jetter


spread the daerps
corn mime

cave and grain





chaw


sock ,sack
;;;;;;;

kinda jumpy





whiff


stun
k
the cap

acity door





s port


dun
k

slapper suit





fogg


tan
k
an
san
k
an

tieless

Monday, November 23, 2009

dinero


di en
tero de
l aire
del

i i i i i

nicio





chopo


chagar
lolo lu
men

enterioso





digs


balloon nub
brrr shade

the moleslaw





fume


chert ,my shawl
slam sunk
.......

dork





sew


loose team
butter

dreaming flakes





sore


steam hook
meal
foamy mud

the thuh





best


boom and bum
book and broke
beet and bee

bile and





lap


shape of
shade o

the drinky shore





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 !




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




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




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

Thursday, November 12, 2009

eee


lock house
phase tool
rutter came

aw should





the cave


bando
lint drool

fauces





knot


rollo
real “was”
ahhhh

)right(





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





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




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




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

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Bend

what you abled in the cave a floating
head or several inches cross the lintel p
ass the ash .type of inding it’s ,sore an
looping in the trees my hanging leg .st
eaming in the pyre cloaking what my
lumps congeal the osculation what
I sever said )or blinkt( torn shoot
twitching in the mud




Lungch

dirt loop ,mist craw ,smelt snore I
troubled in your afterwave a cluster
sank a shirt pools and lists a drawled
towel in the bathroom’s runnels ,pawing
at the door .I cloud and nick ,taste
a key clanging in my throat that
crowd buzzard neck of fists and
entrails or was that neck of nuts I
slid my specs off all those eyes be
low my eyes and saw my shirt
floating in the soup


For Blaster Al Ackerman





crust

the flame sheet the
eh eh

spill the dog





uh

dibble
soon
found
fog





frag


]] [[

soap


just




k


bost
a

nac
k





saw


s p reading
sh eeen

the dots
cramp





u


ombo

ra sueño

seen




fumble room

dut dost
dot dust
tame one







shorter

gotta c’ave
bank sled
yr him

Monday, November 9, 2009

ile

fold
er

bees

tube





f


slake
......

jumber





p


p
alp

the sole
o






lash


show slow slaw
said
such

))soup((





sp


dunk dog/s
odd en

the phlaming phlags





wafe it

so sot so
came cave so
it’s
so
‘til




Show It

duck lap nor ,butte singer ,steam sunker
shape lifter that ,you crawl ,lunk sat
,so I gamed and ,deeper shoe ,the fog
neck ,crazy gash ,nor spent an spend
,the washcloth mist ,mime the gate .dye
an dope ,fondle sleep .where the lumpy
name of “stew” crashed ,a lake or empty
)eat the nutrient dust and mime your gaze




Clow

force of ,leg of ,blend tank ,lea
ker state ,the ,crash neck file
,planks and ,block spurt ,nev
er walked ,or ,pull it ,down ,and
coff in ,shade farce ,egg ,end
the thank ,speaker ,bomber ,soon
er got salad ,the ,again ,face
,glue ,stun ,caw ,caw ,caw




Reflejo

unter soak ,bagger grime why ,fen
der bright with blood and walking
off the long cloud whistles .eat the
leaf and crawl ,my blunder butt an
lagging whine my knife spent .each
mud coilet each tensive loot c
rust fizzled I ,basta pues .oh
soaking me oh dropping you oh mirror
glaring in the night

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Ash Talk

the gag flutter the nope you
spread the phone ,glisten ,tape
my mouth ,half the sprawling in my
chest while my eyes cross the
wall dribbles with your tuna sal
ad ,guns and tones ,listen clear
,fake the crawling in my pants .the
nest water the bag gutters in my
throat I crystallize and float
,a slice of bread growling in the tree




Cheep

clock handy chatter ,cheaping the
ham .eat each or glossy ,stomached
,treaded in the loop dripped down my
chin you crystallize .sore at’s the
spoon dug the medal foam or .gr
ease shadow sluggish in the room
like fog or guns my tape’s flickered
hill rising streaked with dawn .a
double crashing of the lift my tongue
and cry





rack

hog rock
hock rog
ehn drink
et







ord


shadow swallow
bend a blink I
sed hollow
meant to

reel reel





rape


my buggy drink
my
drop sped

corn o goal







detergent


pell et knickers
trace & trance
the thumb bell

crease ,tool

Friday, November 6, 2009

Was

guts and legs dome or ,beeswax gl
eaming on your thumb oh spitting in
your hat you real to me ,fluttering
like an egg )nor time( wanders lou
dly whistled... your boots meal lug
gage taped across my face a cloud
and wrinkled stone the whining lau
ndry where my user comb is sinking
.so that’s ,a loot crystal ,a dog a phone




Hotel

itch the shore’s stapled finger in
my head I aped the moon an slept
.mice and foam .coffee rises in the soup I
aged I spooned the corn slugs ,gagging
on that page we dropped into the hole the
oil filled .it’s a clock or rope a
plunging in the “suit” scratched off .the
labeled door the singing bread the form of
luggage flung out the window all those
flapping sleeves and dropping socks .so I
fumbled for my notive motions on the floor




Slugs

the raft brick the paw shingle the
fire faucet running down the hall
I c ollapsed my s nore my l ousy
ask tentation issued all the loots
.stubby kinda ,flamed an corned ,ag
ed the sugar in my suit like boiling h
air ,you sn eeze you h awk you
do uble n aming all the lints your
tooth collection :oh my spinny one
my toolnest grabulation folded
in my pants I sit in you an thi
ckly laughed ,clinging to your slaw
and wire ,falling toward the wall





run

pool crust
nod soap
logg log





ver

door my lies
shoe chew
sundry etch
ingk





pelo


lobo crático
luna lunar

el cerote humeante





sure


piece of
labalaba

bend the hole

it’s





yhes


sheaf snappy
long slug

ta ta





bi

eel my rroomm
ha ho
plenty mustard

Tuesday, November 3, 2009



John M. Bennett, Sheila E. Murphy, & Alex Cabral
lake


hug room
lug t’ame

oh the long lack the
lagck







dire


stone flamer
shoe
chure
lot cave the

melt






tell


long bell
reap muzzle
chud collapse

the water thinks







gos

border cozy
lap lab
benster comb
the dank
the dnak




Flat Lunch

porcine flatter haul my crash my
net dimmer than ,a suit guzzled a
mine it’s ,doubt an dumbed the
corn hill clacking in your wind .th
e tool dirt the morn number el
bow burnt against ,towel ash
,bent an mattered all puzzled wa
fted shine against the whizzing
sky-borne “pill” low fuzz heap
ing in my sandwich that I sat
back on ,mayo curdled in a sack




Found

that “formal” buzz or coat drop ,dizzy
page bumbled at the phone a key
board glows beneath the glue a
lapse and spitty faucet doubles for
your hand .my rental eye my bub
bled knee you fondled in the clos
et je m’en fuí ,deeper in deet than
icecream cuddled in yr shorts oh t
hat’s my walk about my plun
ging toward that normal fuzz that
boat low and sloshing with your stew




Slipping

grown a nap I paid my louder
foam my half hat half stone fell
into your lap I churned and slept
.the mud lamp squeezed the pencil
burned .half a scissor combed my
speeding ear or what you said a
freeze warring ,apts to cave o
craze nuster ,nutgty ,lake flap
slopped my chase or eye “so near”
so amplitude of cheese and sticky
sheet rising toward the ceiling light

Monday, November 2, 2009



C. Mehrl Bennett & John M. Bennett
The Cave

tap the yield your door blazes with
a suit and stomach timed the knob .Mr.
Logocractic spread its sands and sed:
dice shadow ,mime the fog ,open what
was clothes your spilling age leak
stuttery all it was ,a neck thump cove
the waves drown in ,the drippy lip to
p my mouth it’s yours the clouds swirl
out its necktie floating in the wind...
and who’s it’s swallowed ,gurggling
far beneath the “teeth”




Orinosco

date the clinging to my throat you
coffer fling ,tapes and thumbs ,pile
a stamper of ,me maet coal stunning
lather boiling in my shoes .I step
ped on down the shaking guns the m
ile lamper’s guest ,what spun dome wh
at issue ants what aptitude of clos
ets flips the page .puffer ,sleeper
,lagger ,smashed the plates the boat rum
bling while my pockets fill with pee




Gut

ice and grease and cups and gnats and
plenty bullets in your pocket like a
bladder nod my elbow drunk or is
your bucket stalled with puke ?dunk
shoulder wheel you spraddled chunks ‘a
naps left below my collar like my
crawling hair my mice and swallow up
the pants and sweaty pullets dying in
a heap .it’s time you cuddled turd it’s
time I “smelt the sidewalk”





fogo


ggripping the ggas the
ept empty one

size an lumpy





chur

ro de caga
r entrar y
endro
iimp





plodo

furth eye grame
enda f rame
oh yesee
“was s”





hat and log

smmelt the rice
the loong sp lash
easy head





hunt

sondeo the
burnee bookee
save spine
awk





fester


gasp tongue loofa
braids
un piles

flog the map