THE
SIX GATES
John
M. Bennett
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meat
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dust lens or the stop sleeping
shed bore aim and thinking
your cheap spread gun lice
trowel whore your blink crust met
a sez glue fondled in the lack
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bog
roof and lore the gas tent
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light
the trawl sunk your tubes
shivered
and your blood comb sprayed
the wall
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breathed the sugar dead soap
and
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pried
funnel through the gore land
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locus writhing jack your lake
teem and rinse dice and change
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drat
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dense and
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face left
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fall
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of loose
pants and crawls what’s
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rinse ,plate ten domes a ,bread
spread your lumps lash
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trance
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shape
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your lap
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the grunt shed place of cryogenics
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folded
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lid
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nest
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long ,cost
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knew yr drivin g h abits ,grease
an turd
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the brok en gl ass limply
in the corner
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the
win dow nap kin f loppy in
the arm
wind dim s now mus cle shaded
in yr
armpit like a c rest of ha
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like a
pool .mud an mea t an mute
an mol t
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facing in
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sug
ar off .hope m ewing in the
corn
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half
to think of basement filling
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tension cro wed ed a cross
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yr docu soaked yr thought
all wets
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boom
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the
furn ace a th read him a neck
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s pend ,n umb c amper sp raddled
st inking in yr ,fuel repôt
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ute stanza sh adow d ripped
yr sleeve
August
2006 |