November 12, 2007

Pee text

shade sol der ,me        the lightbulb fire
yr s hunt loose        b yr throat outside
t the sing le sha        e the shotgun mist
intent ion floating toward the b ridge lost in s
un dulation ,cag        pe nd ant gr ease
,time to coughing ,lo        ,page of s cowling a
the floor raging in        at comb bus ted

.the camper like a        r inkwell fulla urine
per drooling soldier        allowed .dip the nes t
,dropped an blanch        to yr “woods” the l
,sp read across ,the sough creep ,the buzzing
lantern d rifts in        ed ,knocking talking
azy sword sw        stepped an f layed
inside yr face y       bloat business ,sot ham

—John M. Bennett - 2007

Posted by dwaber at 03:45 PM

November 11, 2007

Art of Poetry

I sat before the shattered screen the
wire plugged in and ground my teeth the
splintered bone was words to calculate
the random breakage pattern of the glass;
the words took shape, became 3D, grayish
worms that slicked the jagged points, a
crown of buns, a heart with twisting bacon at the
center, crossed buzzsaws rising to the sky

—John M. Bennett
c. 1975
from John M. Bennett, MEAT WATCH, Columbus: Fireweed Press, 1977

Posted by dwaber at 01:06 PM