Tuesday, December 18, 2012

4 short poems || John M. Bennett


  
ramid

tornalone ,the in
staf lag           wh
easels in the
lapsing wind

above the steps
                   t
                      e
                         p
                            s





uaca

mou nd
,my etch actif sor
n ,ate ‘s sh arded
dirt the b one gig
gles ig nit es got
entescence got ex
entence ‘s s  s   s    s

the rushing mud




refl

ouch t
urner ay d
“ripping bins”
,,,,,,, ,,,,,,  ,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,   ,,,  , ,  ,

wallowed in the
laundered
S

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