20090514

John M. Bennett


Seen

wish for dog and ,guest re
lease you wish for sore
and toilets wish for closets
bright with burning shirts a
cucumber rotting on the
windowsill you wish for
ice and boiling clouds a
plunge into the scummy
lake with hair you
wish for eyes and legs
a doorway filled with eggs


No One

the none lap the none boil the
none seem the none song the
none languor the none came the
none boiling the none hamster the
none drifts the none calf the
none cramps my leaking arm the
none whistle the none golly the
none scampers the none cash the
none danced the none cratered the
none useless the none hunched the
the none coughed the none heard the


Saw What

feel the afterschlock why banging at
the single stone clung inside yr sock my
pill grave bright with lint oh storm
your shorts and cuddle what .foster
ham an glisten here ,ache it off ,tie
one up ,cordones cristalinos que mis
tumbas agargantan ,detelefonazo es
.puro lago where my foot forgets ,your
blanker scuds your towel an ant my
dozen sinks )my sinking( about your
steady noise jumps against my eye


Los Insectos

dusty buzzing ,below the wall ,half
an orange quivers with ants and gravel
,el lodo seco de mi cara mi cara carona
dormida hes ,hescrito ,hesperado ,hill
with papers scattered ,break a hike
.my lung blisters cluster on your
cheek is that the way ?the pounding the
pounding the pounding a bus sweats
and’s cornered by the temple ,lug
gage burning in the plaza


El Año Largo del Baño

the toilet split the doggy lake the
ahspirina condecorada con tu gorra
insípida ,booming the ham an lentilated
soy ,thisping ,mi ojo cuadrado cuar
teado como sueño de sierra ,el
monte tosudo .figuréme he ,nido de
túnel y la tumba flaca )listones acor
dados en las ramas( escúpito tu
,el libro famélico que masticaba
todo el día ,enfermizo ,náusea
léxica y la encuadernación em
papada de mi camisa de hule


Road Rot

snap the corner of your laughing-shirt
and .triste eras ,twisty ,tongue-thighed
or whistle glopped ,made the soup
tongue mist you mourned the concrete
floor .ash and lunch ,dogs and
ladders stumbled across the
“room” or was that a pool ?blind
dollars to wipe your .that’s a
boy ,spray it off ,spray it out
:the creeping sandwich labeled with
your doctor visit )or your highway
swishing past the window(


 
 
 
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