John M. Bennett
TASTE THE SHADOW AT TIME’S CENTER / 5

I fell outside the door

lint ,falling lunch ,sn
ore hole ,mumbilical
dog’s smoke crawls out
side crawls in side the
stunned soup drips be
neath your fluttering
chair

the snake the clam the
muttering spoon










smoke lies low

best ial ,intimismo ,frog
redadaction en el lalago
mimitigante like or like
yr foggy lake rumor
rumortal y cricristalino
circling in the glass yr
thunder mumuffled’s in

mistulanza ,micturhaba
,what’s soggy in my
popocket

TASTE THE SHADOW AT TIME’S CENTER continued

 
 
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