booking

the blank excess lung foot

dog clashes in the index cloud

“gate” rebevortex through

the wandered shorts will

shape the pools reawakened

audiences dust and “word

dust” violence stunted

on the reeking mud flats

corn futurism was the

bumstead skulls will

slept half thought

another crap history

fake mortar humped

the endless breasts

bitter broadside swill

floods down your shirt

considered monkey hymn

jailhouse paper stage

leased the empty ball

points woof sheet sac

rificial image on the

shit-scarred sheets

tub ,woof ,tubes ,s

tab the curtains in

the spinal act those

strings ,c’est triste the

bombs drop like flow

ers bark wall clouds

ripe fork it was will

mist the rattling heads

was boulders crushing

spoons the stainless

corpse will swallow

all ideas was the books

of flaming horse or was

that puking delicacies will

mop the ant heap

archaic whiplash of

your slanted power

gumming print the

toilet paper with your

leg signage blffstxxx

housing in the empty

attic language was

foreclosure will the

suchness hegemon

disclose experiential b

uzzing in’s unerring

limbs the gnats

John M. Bennett, with splinters from

Ivan Argüelles’ “The Miasma” and

Jim Leftwich’s Six Months Aint No

Sentence, Book 74, 2014