John M Bennett

Spit from the Wheel (JM Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett  
music by Music AI
image by Meta AI

Spit from the Wheel (John M Bennett)

I was feeling the treads of my tire
I was seeing a wheel where the door should be
I was chewing a wheel, clutching the wheels in my pocket
And scratching the wheel under by hair

Spit from the Wheel
Spit from the Wheel

I was trying to see through wheels of glass
I was wiping them, fumbling the loosened spokes
And spitting into the straight blowing wind

Spit from the Wheel
Spit from the Wheel

I want to roll on the cleanest wheel in the garage
I want to lie on the sacks of sand in the garage
I want to smell the dust on the rake in the garage
In the garage, I want to rub the knives
I want to lay my shirt on the pools of oil in the garage

Spit from the Wheel
Spit from the Wheel

I want to break out the windows
and count the termites running from the frame
I want to fill my shoes with hammers
And run on the roof of the garage

Spit from the Wheel
Spit from the Wheel

AI and Me - Vol 2

Spit From The Wheel (John M Bennett)

Speeding Chair (John M Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett   
music by Music AI
image by Meta AI

I’m tripping on a chair
I see a chair falling down the stairs
I’m smelling the feet of a chair
And chopping up a chair with an axe

I write “chair” on the bathroom mirror
And set a chair in the bathtub
There’s a chair smoking in the broiler
A chair sliding on the roof
And a chair slumped in the seat of my car
I’m walking toward a spinning chair
Shrieking and stinking
At my place at the table

Speeding Chair (John M Bennett)

Bovine (John M Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett 
music by Song AI
image by Meta AI

clastic knife sandwich, dome sinks elastic
bowing toward bowl splash your clouding
brow, gate, itchy feet always now
done it, it’s melting, hock bun
ligature yr neck, can’t swallow signature
crawled across chest, yr midget sprawled

loosely grinning, like a sack toothy
marbles, clack teeth, sing in harbor
dump, pages of munition cracked lumps
it craves it nostrils, it sits
twirling in phonewire, your fly pearled
walks across bed, legs like caulk

walks morphs tactile, watch band talks
twirling at fridge, yr frenchfry curling
it wore, stalking sez dit dit
dump magic strongly, spreads on stump
marbles, sunk in poo, index garbled loosely
slathered with recision, lopped inclusive

crawled, dungless toward the soaking wall
ligature and knife, your dancing forfeiture
done or sausage, never seen lung
brow slapping dimwits, sleep beside plow
bowing, towards blank abyss long cow
claustic chewing roll, your laundry placid

AI and Me - Vol 3

Bovine (John M Bennett)

Shoe Boiling (John M Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett 
music by Song AI
image by Meta AI

Shoe Boiling (John M Bennett)

I was stuffing a shoe in the bottom of my closet
I was placing a shoe on a stool
I was holding a baby shoe next to a shadeless lamp

I jabbed a pointy shoe in the ground toe first
And stuck my nose in a rubber shoe
I looked at my crotch and my crotch was shod

There were shoe laces streaming down my face
And I heard a metal shoe ringing in my ears
I saw a river of shoes, shoes piles and snags

Turning tongue over heel in the boiling water
I tied one shoe and stuffed the other with empty socks
I started to walk in a circle and saw a cawing shoe fly away
I lay down on my shoes and was laced with sleep

AI and Me - Vol 4

Shoe Boiling (John M Bennett)

Stuck Drawer (John M Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett 
music by Suno AI
image by Meta AI

Stuck Drawer (John M Bennett)

There’s a brick in the drawer
There’s a darkened wad of foil
There’s a coin in the drawer
There’s a dried up frog in the drawer
There’s a stick in the drawer
There’s a bottle of yellow fluid in the drawer
In the drawer there’s a shoelace tied to a comb
In the drawer there’s a tiny box
Nailed with giant nails
And a book sealed with tape
In the drawer there’s an inflated balloon
Slowly hissing air

Stuck Drawer (John M Bennett)

Stuck Drawer (alternate version 1) (John M Bennett)
lyrics ©John M Bennett
image and music by Suno AI


Stuck Drawer (John M Bennett)

There’s a brick in the drawer
There’s a darkened wad of foil
There’s a coin in the drawer
There’s a dried up frog in the drawer
There’s a stick in the drawer
There’s a bottle of yellow fluid in the drawer
In the drawer there’s a shoelace tied to a comb
In the drawer there’s a tiny box
Nailed with giant nails
And a book sealed with tape
In the drawer there’s an inflated balloon
Slowly hissing air

Stuck Drawer (alternate version 1) (John M Bennett)

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