benjamism

Sonnet


Young and beautiful, stay in the silent evening

And seek your rasping double that the window reverberates

In stretched rectangles that the armored glossy skin of the cars

Conducts unwittingly in the impatient expectations of lust


We've fallen into the romance of what our ears never oblige

When night comes, and the nerves hum like the groin of a highschool jock

To suddenly take...
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Christine


I thought I should write to you right now

because I'm thinking about love, and how the

earth plays throughout your form, and you seem

to find so much humor in just walking,

a slight grimace across your face, for how adorable

and soft, and strange it is, just to be,

just to be walking in the cold,

or in the sunny air, wearing...
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Prickles on the tongue




Drinking water only softens the fire,


and everything that happens in between -



the in's and and's formulate bridges

for distant countries

that somehow need to be connected.


Ballads of moral dependency echo the creaking of the floor.


When the fog stops staring,


I mean to say, when the eye's stop wandering


with their feelings over the surface of everything,


grabbing...
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Ode
I always imagined blooming to be quite

quick - specific to an eclipse...

finding waffles burning...

while your mind was gone on tangents of

International Blue.

A burning plastic,

the color of a stinging throat,

reflects a closet of

impending stagnant prisms in the

back where it's dark - still a bite

plucks a chord like lipstick

ever defined.

Something of curiosity, or a...
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The windows are cracked and taped.

Each day of the month, and each month

of the year, and the varying degrees of melancholy,

I mapped out on the floor of its opening.

His message wears the rub of kindness

but sticks like wear to a old linoleum floor.

The kind of bruise that pretends to be friendly,

but you presume it would rob you if...
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A Dating Painting

For the sake of summer, as skies dance

based on a comment made from a wheeze

to the far corner, all things seem hinders

in themselves, and the free become lost

and chained in relation to others.

Queen Bee's

Why are your friends laughing?

tell them to stop....and that they are lethargic,

I imagine,

and then hug them,

and say....oh how i've missed your faces!
My life has been like a bad haircut!
and as the flower sheds its skin for light,
it's your furry pollen my whiskers seek to nudgle!




I have a vagina deep down near my appendix...and it doesn't...
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My feet are freezing and I have no clean socks. I've listening to the song Waiting for The Night by Depeche Mode like 5 times in a row and it's starting to get in me in some way, and into the day too that is becoming night so early lately. I hate having lights on during the day. And when it rains I'm so conscious...
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I just watched my first John Wayne movie called The Searchers. It was so good, and awful simultaneously. I love white actors playing Indians. and I think I might have been able to kick John Wayne's ass even though I'm alot smaller then him. There's something so cock-sure and confident yet bumbling and unsure. He's like a house with a poor foundation.

Who else thinks...
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I wish it weren't so grey and dreary today. It's sort of like a sludge on the mind.

My Mom tried to commit suicide a few days ago, I just learned.

OK. There's Xmas lights on a photo tripod serving as a Xmas tree. And my Xmas tree is tiny and doesn't look right with lights on it. But I'm feeling like white Xmas lights are the most beautiful things on this earth.

I went to a friends mother's house today, and she looked like a hobo and told us all we should have more enthusiasm,...
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I have a predisposition for the belief in magic. If you don't believe in magic, and you love to pretend to be an icycle, black in the center in broad daylight flowing downward and eroding the floor in it's path. I want candles that flicker and explode. Heat, to the point of it being unbearable, like the heat of a sunflower, and the sensuality of...
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