John M. Bennett
SONNETITUS
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nomencrackture
word coff in stance of head
yr thought thump left a glue
restained yr lip restraint nails
rusting in dirt thin fog crawls
downhill a gate congestion
glare yr steam congeals a
foot trembles stuck in wire
across the stream a bus
waits a laundered dog watch
es 3 muddy tires it's yr
explanation for the box con
dition of yr dictionary tumor
jaw f lappy at a gritty wind
hacks the sherds of names
Box of Forks
¡Bramapalabrerías arenófagas masticantes!
- Juan Ángel Italiano
what off went a wait jaw
jeta de gusanitos con 5
sentidos sentimoscales ,voca
ablos sordos tines sin time
sin la huesuda chewed yr
faceoff .lo que brilla y
retuerce por mi boquita sang
rante de consonantes ¡grapas
oxidadas oximorónicas! es y
fué lo que era pasado mañana
snake with heads on each
end each eats dirt each
shits air sore eros rides the
forking wavecrash drowkcab
hhhhhhhshshshshshshs
Illusion of Space Sonnet
is space not form's fone wind es
“mur allá bapalabrbrpbras de una
pas sion de rocanosa” - Araceli Zúñiga
I slop coffed sin fin sin prin
cipio la forma espectral un
espejo ilusorio en el baño de las
5 AM que son las 5 PM del
mismísimo instante ¡Quanto
iluminar no existe! Quanta tor
menta en la ausencia del aire
como si el aire se quemara in the
shapeless shape of mistonguederst
anding ,forma de ventosa la séver
:trueno sordo del espacio atestado
del vacío imposible
wind sleep
where yr shot comb swallows
you yr wind's sleep A B C no
comestible es basement rain o
poventosa exdeletreada arenada
,todo mundo es malfabestial y
salfabestido es la lluvia des
peinada de tu cara greasy with
fumbled recuerdos reculeados
redesarchivados all that shit
dumped burning on a driveway
with a neck and gun
.yr food returns is dream clock
sloshes on the concrete it's the
snore you crumpled in yr chest
foregetting
-After Jim Leftwich's poems
of Dec. 20, 2020
creafter center forebethought
tooth ferment structured
egg screen or onion ham
mer ghost culture foams in
side a cookbook fork & flag
solvent foregunned virus
dog's “panic milk” break
the green bolus boiled in yr
breath dance's broken corpse
foreskinned during helix
river turning in a cheese or
fist will shit yr shoes
,foregotten in a melting chair
cutisería
After Iván Argüelles'“Circe's Toys”
noisy entrails pustería del aire
ahumado sin pluma sin venado
skin ablaze under the sur
face sharpened knees sin
huesos heaped with lingorama
precision nonsense urned her
blackened voice beneath ball
istic bleachers manifest pestiny
smashes her teeth's path Circe
longing for the rope longing for
the cut husk of morning re
verses vowels surruonds
my labored inch rubbed raw
with glass and asbestos
is was
“hand searching...for the invisible
script of memory” - Iván Argüelles
tuesday after tuesday after tuesday after thursday
after tuesday after thursday after thursday after thursday
yr suitcase's melted clam an elote buried in a
sweating street I ,you ,trembled in the
invisible mist of poetry was an acid bath or
windy alkaline ,deventive shoulder's sharp
pain an obsidian watch twists in yr joint
lithic lapse old fool slobbering at yrmy
mud pillow cama de fango y caroña podrida
:hiciste , já, de tripas teléfono amordazado con
intextinos guts n' gluts might say – slabs of sky
tilt down ,spill the worn gravel of yr lingual river
...or is here there is there here is...
...when a was is is a was when...
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