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In Honor of Insignificance and My Third Eye

(k)Not left shoe or right arm but a finger sent on approval /
Control Your Artifices Transmog Martian Girl /
Old hat, still fluxing Spinga rabbits /
Boiling Bartok with a Radio Foot /
Ask A Cow of an Imaginary Color /
Them Those Hem Hose while Facing East /
Ohio Audio Chat: A Square is A Circle /
Dream Poems of Warhol Wednesdays /
With Woof, A Rose is A Nose /
Asemic Ying Yang and Wiggling Xs go together /
Drunken Spray leads to an eXcess of Lichen Smoke /
On this paper, Rotting Meat of Dangling Fools /
ILL NOISE is Not For Sale /
Make Art, Not Cents, Comma Fish /
The Triumph of Death – Ah Ha, Chicken! /
“I am Not A Tooth”, she said, as we conversed on the Edge of The Universe /

— C. Mehrl Bennett 2017

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Let’s just MAKE BELIEVE

Posted: March 12, 2014 in collage, Digital Art, poetry
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MAKE BELIEVE inna

Lizard tank sinking and

Is that lizard stink hainting?

Believe it and spend ALL yer MONEY

ALL yer MONEY

Stinking and hainting and

Aint it wunnerful… wunnerful…

Bare yer breasts unner the sun in PRAISE

and smell THE LIZARD stinking and hainting …

He’s spending ALL yer money ALL yer money

and it don’t matter ’cause YOU BELIEVE

in the STINKING and the HAINTING

unner the SUN and little children

hold hands in a circle

SINGING and FAINTING unner the SUN

because, well, ain’t that what stirs the soul?

IT ain’t MY money, honey, unless YOU BELIEVE

and DON”T YOU?

YES YOU DO!

but THEN you DON’T

You don’t haint and stink or

bare yer breasts unner the sun in PRAISE

because YOU want ALL yer MONEY

and ALL yer MONEY AINT

for HAINTS it AINT

for STINKING LIZARDS it AINT

for giddy flopping boobs unner the SUN and AINT

for pyromaniacs in the night

but MOST OF ALL it AINT MINE!

no more  NO MORE  NO MORE  NO MORE until

you BELIEVE that’s       ALL     you

JUST GOTTA BELIEVE

in the lizard lighting fires that

SUCK the night smells

hainting from the day time sun …

Sucking ALL your money into  an

o m n i p r e s e n t  Wall Street STASH

of  M A K E   B E L I E V E

C. Mehrl Bennett   3/11/2014

A day

Shot off and stunned

Evening rusts in shadow

Shifting through the highway bushes

Crashing

 

Sweat heel

Polka dot shoes

Shudder in the lunchbox

Hear the weeping fool, damp sandwich

Folded

 

Fast food

Faulty meat ball

Instant fragility

Worn chicken feet on your fat hat

Fork pin

 

Plunger

In the toilet

With your foggy lint twat

Signal the “all clear” and find the

Shot time

 

Long string

Spread in salad

Tied into a necklace

Knotted with green stones glistening

Distress

 

Shooter

On a skooter

Sweating through your blank shoes

You take off your shiny blank spats

And fart

 

This word

That hot sweater

Those insurance conundrums

Nattering like nihilist morons

In heat

 

Shut duck

On Marx brothers

Said Blank and cornered ham

Leaving Harpo without a voice

But grinned

 

C. Mehrl Bennett and John M. Bennett

Oct 11, 2013