FLUXLIST: Flo at

[John M. Bennett]

Flo at

Slope yr face toward me
my teeth still yellow yolked
cloud gland muttered you pun
dit flutter thickly in pond
joke hammer flops beside yr
head drywall wrote an broke
crown burning like a steak
robbing you, kiss the clod
croak buried in the slab
smoke talk a clap, "spoke"


John M. Bennett