sleeves by John M. Bennett

days or clam was
backwards ,hair em
blazoned with a brain
or was that shape of
ants the hive arcane
or thunder in the
chicken soup it’s
lawns you swallow
“over turned” un
written nails rusting
in a sleep offsh
ore ,g lass your
finger’s cut deep in


After Ivan Argüelles’
“To the Unknown God of Lost Fingers”


sooner shot by John M. Bennett

plurilactoso I closed my
ears the ants leaked out
,was logs and shoes ,buried
mask the drowned
one swimming said ,was
milk sheeting face  .flat
on my back I scurried and
pantsless ,fog≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
and glue seeped out a
screen on the curb
.immured and loud ,I yelled
at the guns turning a corn
er toward me

esperanto by John M. Bennett

some ,or frantic st
ep deflayer it’s a
code ,or name if

n one resplays a
sausage lurks be
fore the Stone the 

stOne ,locked a
round em pathic beet
scowling in the clay


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Rare Books & MSS Library
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