John M. Bennett
TASTE THE SHADOW AT TIME’S CENTER / 8

taste the shadow

sleeper than the dust the
mud shining down the
steps the stone turning
in your feet what crawls
along the base of clouds a
river filled with birds

your neck your nuts your
falling arm










turn it on off

sobre mamífera the n
ame con densed your
fla pulencia your le
aving coat restalls a
crocobread was done
tomorrow shaved yr
neck soto flamífera
the same the floor pen
sado que me besó la
cara mañana me lesió
ayer el túnel donde me
sale boca sure I
said is said is said ay diré

 
 
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