earthran rampant stumble, pressing
solid slope and bulge and slip
and carpetsoft and fluidstilled - 
in lipline sprouting darker lace;
profusion still and yet unstill.
    For ever sweeps and tingleplays
panoptic parentclouds' fair sways - 
unbound, unkempt, fair rufflefree
and hiss delight in stalk and tree.

- Benny Enever

If a clock could count the years,
I wonder what she’d say.
“Oh, please just snap my hands off – I can’t
Face another day.”
But so, dear clock – I’m sorry
As weary as you are
You must record the years for me
As I can’t count that far

– Ziggy Cooper

when rubbing, dialling friend who never comes no more cantgetnonever
open end, oo gaping clauses itch without no fullscratch stopping
stopon silver gstring strung crosscountrylandandsea
       to seek the big, the lastest clenchunclench
and herekachunga creeps the tip to pop oo pink balloonkachunga
chungabut when spotoo vis gone crumpleshrink like always fucking do

– benny enever