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Three Poems

Russell Bennetts

Greeted as Liberators

Photons almost lonely for mattress fumes pointed eastward.
Eastwood scene for mountain-grabbled crashgallop.
Tree asplintered for further cavalier grace.
Only when Death’s Hotel gets signal can sworn
varnish kick bottled openings.

Foolish Miracles

speedboat stoners washed shuttered sidewalked
rocking fairground, rocking fairground
those yellow stairs boosted
towering cacti

sand response red shine
from the state of hyper-tense past state of realty

narrowed prosperity
tested rides
smokedup burger shot

counter-educated hung
distilled union depositary
flowed one-time media shown
ever-bulled rocked muck of reality’s bear appetite

pan-club goods refuelled alongside LA’s kicker
motorsport’s deluxe premium sweated and spilled

spilt rum

clubs clubs discoteques
wrecked eyelids
translated between lines
warrior star sold soul constraint wine-ether
younger than me

electric fountains

closured hoochholes marvels
the pace of change the pace of change
wallowed midlands
then the sweats game

      IN OUR
            PURPLE TIGERS

Creator’s airport over Albion’s tasted press bone broth sinewed, an opened casket kinda Tuesday each month passed employed cyberpunked sessions curiously enough, an over-engineered energy drink ban blue moon ain’t our life, no turning regenerate to improve your drinking stats with handstands, hatstands and crashes City Paints. Inc. out smoking diddly dose another gnarly branch 100% completion Motel rising as the sun burns off fogged palms who is the ultimate sugared benefactor? deustche cooking predicated on rap comics double-fisted mourning coffee while stationary whilst stationed at Yoshi’s successful, money-making sushi franchise enterprise impactful rage dreams of slower drank cash, shifted racing-wise ever-rookie street racer, point-to-point pier-to-pier sulphurous consecrated grounds shining silver, cascading, shaded Her hollowed, nuked aspersions to bubbling chambers a social buccaneer, enormous in Dublin doubtless, doubled blues himself contained within faded opera delivered ranch undressings and accumulated grime we’re mudmen, sprung with straw phone off, unplugged glitter glitter unplugged, esteemed as foul foiled Nero’s hallways still: powdered coffee power!


Russell Bennetts