House of Benders

Bibbled Baths & Boofy Bookies

Justin J. Genao

This poem is driven by phonetics, not meaning. Many might argue that this body of writing makes no sense. However, I would argue that it makes the same kind of ‘no sense’ across the board, which gives us a lot more structure than you may be willing to accredit for. You see, there’s something powerful happening here if you don’t allow yourself to be high on your horse — dorsing the source. It’s admirable, having confidence in nonsense. And before I give another bar, I might as well star the car righ harrr.

Backyard walkway with a hanging chain and metal shackles in the upper left, an eel emerging from one shackle, and a noose hanging in the upper right holding a mouse that is holding an ice cube, with a puppy running toward the foreground in the distance.

Look out for the clapped feeks, in search of prippled pleats,
Devouring fan seats — from the lovingly minced meats.
Because the tip hip of my hat, lipped for war-door gnats,
We generously laughed at the yippy yigh bibbled bath.

From meatballs at the call, fickling for the fall,
We wear the loopy tune, to the gum of my noon.
For he fundled a fly, in the night of a lie,
At ocean beef, tucked teat in tit toodly teeth.

Fish, noodles, ginger ales, and Fantas,
Skipping to my loodle like Santa.
Slippery knickery grasshippers and hoppers—
Don’t play with those yodel-lee stick knockers.

Meat, Meat, MEAT at the crunch,
The beat-punch, tongued hunch lunch.
Save Ori, the tea-taste humble bum blee,
Outside the place-key of tumble-dum storily.

They fired a gall to the stall, so I iced mice to my galls.
There was no guide-guise guys, only swirl-skirts in disguise.
Spooky, tooky, and big boofy bookie,
Rub-a-dub, run-run noogie.

Author’s Note

This piece is adjacent to other writing I’ve done that highlights cadence and language in obscure methods of communication.

Literarily, this kind of writing is often described as nonsense verse, poetry that emphasizes phonetics and mouthfeel.

Justin J. Genao

Justin is a native New Yorker with Dominican descent, born and raised in the Section 8 housing of Manhattan’s Lower East Side. Writing has long been his instrument for expressing himself and making sense of complex thoughts and feelings. With a professional background in Corporate Hospitality and Event Planning, his ruminations often examine human behavior, social phenomena, moral ambiguity, and patterns that shape how we think and act. His breadth in delivery exists somewhere between the ridiculous and the sincere.

You can learn more about Justin on the About Us page.

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