JOHN M. BENNETT

 HE ROCKS!

the swift

sw allowed the tongue ,wh

at’s gate of joyous fool’s ,a

towel of teeth ,were st

ones glistening in the

’‘surf ,high clouds span

the eyen ate’s light un

packing ,the latches cc

lickked backk the shirts

could breathe and yr

shorts ,in the corners k

notted ,itching’s con

text ,contain their

‘’foam ,or your flight

toward the cup raised

to’s fisted view with’s

spoon toward “heaven’s

throat” up pointed ,while

you ,folded down ,put

yr foot in yr shoe

...De su roca natal se precipita,

I mucha sal no solo en poco vaso...

- Luis de Góngora

***

the churl

elefantino ,tu ,la cumbre ,the

’hosing nostril ,ectoflagic wa

vering before the pond

donde la cabeza se h

undía o aire ectopl

ásmico ~ ~  born r

ain ,doubter hymn ~ ~

yr massif ears turned yr

’high broke tooth п л

)spoon the meat you(

acequia seca ,con in

secto figurativo con sa

bor in meditado con

los sindientes de tu plan

histopolítico...  )across

the glinting lake a st

st ony shadow 0 0

fog and gravel

***

the itch

speed of hey in dorm

ido lapse la cosa infér til

o la cohsa chosa un

bhasural in válido ,sin vaho

,con la aven ida de en

medio ,ruta de la sierra

seca  .plenitud imántica

,chase the steamy hole the

clouds de aspirina ,coches

cochineales que en el foforío

de la sangre esperan  .)f

aster than leg ~ ~ ~  come

and grind ,the instance folds

)***leaves blurry with bugs***((

***

the soon

is each ,the half ,

clamor sumido ,

a sore a ,pile in

cher ,came an c

layed the fog left ,

my spray my ,h ome

téotl ,nuttin’ ,i

s ,shape less or a

st rut a stru t ,

the hampered fog “l

ist” it’s ,un mu

gido en la a cera ,

‘s dtroubled clouds ,

the side in mazing  )d

ropped’s throat long

lumb er(

b oil boi l

***

the house

upper ham in dented

,what if ended what the

thought ,outer spiel

,apt in habitation ,rai

se yr corn ,the t

umbler worn ,past

the bulb ,yr k

nife pissing off the

bone ,or speech ,a

crawling thing ,plo

tting toward the fork

,remembered ,but was

got  .remaindered sore

,outer cloud ,the

nut half snored

inching ,lifting ,poured

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the shudder

roofless ,in the sw eat c

oned ,toward the hopping

sky a seasoned shoe re

veals ,the half worm lo

uder ,with the singe’s c

ackle it’s a canned bean

a foot shore doubled

in the sun hall ,cave

of nests  .my inner snore

my lengua de bruma ,n

ever stunned but giggling

like your pants  .it’s

torn it’s ,bull boiled ,a

locker where yr pages

flail  .the crafty bl b

each the ,plows the w

alls out down ,it’s

a neck  .a negck ,you

said

s ock g ack ,the h eel