BENZO (EXCERPT)

Stuffed eternal’s
 
Tone of hormonal city
 
Hormonal indifference 
 
Masking river of
 
Perverted memory of 
 
Grammar’s dustbin 














 
Just as 
 
Something viscous 
 
Now accumulating
 
Around the mouth the eye 
 
How is its horror of 
 
Saint rising to top of cream’s
 
Precious misapprehension 
 
In the face of 
 
As a substitute for speechy copulation














 
​Or speech 
 
Voluptuous speech 
 
Which is machine for
 
The poem? 
 
The body?
 
Three bleats out the door and
 
Barely digested 
 
Man-handled 
 
Petrified forest what?
 
Damage we will find later in metaphor’s 
 
Tachy tissues made 
 
Some neglectful husband just might














 
Climb out of bed with 
 
Mind 
 
Its exhausted muscles that might
 
Oxygen tent to 
 
Ladies undergarments which could
 
Dare to utter 
 
The Preludes 
 
The sophists 
 
Or such that 
 
In a pinch they might 














 
Spill over with text and fucking
 
Fucking and text’s
 
Small mammal giving birth in the woods
 
Spooned and swallowed 
 
Breached?
 
Why?
 
Because within the confines of
 
Right after the evaporation of 
 
The wide-open mouth of 














 
Again fruitiness
 
Its potent sleep we all 
 
Grown man’s shell game
 
Masked 
 
Slightly ventilated
 
That would be jammy herbicide 
 
Chewed just above the legal limit 
 
Medicinal or just plain cunty
 
Like felt 
 
Or satin
 
Or some broken fowl’s

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Originally published in Seam Allowance

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By Ann Pedone 👍