Submissions by SonderNinja (BenjaminEC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Light of mind
DIY
from summer 2013
Emotionless voices on humdrum airs,
slave girls jingling curb & motion
I am on a bring-yer-own to the lithium strip,
a smoked-off plastic thrusting home
strangling sleep on a one-two-three-
step by step and assholed up in a mobile hut
to split the shit with the stain of a two liter face
where some worthless son of a cunt
will sneeze a breeze between his dying trees
while the cauldron bleeds a pillar in white
...
Emotionless voices on humdrum airs,
slave girls jingling curb & motion
I am on a bring-yer-own to the lithium strip,
a smoked-off plastic thrusting home
strangling sleep on a one-two-three-
step by step and assholed up in a mobile hut
to split the shit with the stain of a two liter face
where some worthless son of a cunt
will sneeze a breeze between his dying trees
while the cauldron bleeds a pillar in white
...
#drugs
#PopCulture
431 reads
4 Comments
Dwelling
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#luck #nightmares
#luck #nightmares
263 reads
2 Comments
Selachophilia
from 2014
Aye!
Let them come...
those rude & angry points
of misplaced palaver,
let their tongue stones conjoin
to appreciate teeth.
(I only wish to love & die with the sea,
to garden in my coat shagreen.)
Subconscious breeze, blackened under
the blue-grey bullets, like a shark
of words with a silken pirate...
an eye on the coast, in the crabgrass,
a salt-licked high on the skin of a mountain:
a...
Aye!
Let them come...
those rude & angry points
of misplaced palaver,
let their tongue stones conjoin
to appreciate teeth.
(I only wish to love & die with the sea,
to garden in my coat shagreen.)
Subconscious breeze, blackened under
the blue-grey bullets, like a shark
of words with a silken pirate...
an eye on the coast, in the crabgrass,
a salt-licked high on the skin of a mountain:
a...
#love
#PopCulture
#CallToAction
397 reads
3 Comments
Cul-de-sac Jones
from 2016
There was a
brain in my nose
& a jack in my step.
A Black Stranger
Bird-catcher.
Slaving to the grind
of mastering the mind.
Our wicked dream,
my snake in your church.
& as sure as bones,
you flowered-off.
A bridge of green
on stones-to-worms.
When They make me pull
I push Them down.
When my blood sings
to the wailing vine.
Bites cold lips
with seraphim teeth.
Then...
There was a
brain in my nose
& a jack in my step.
A Black Stranger
Bird-catcher.
Slaving to the grind
of mastering the mind.
Our wicked dream,
my snake in your church.
& as sure as bones,
you flowered-off.
A bridge of green
on stones-to-worms.
When They make me pull
I push Them down.
When my blood sings
to the wailing vine.
Bites cold lips
with seraphim teeth.
Then...
#SelfReflection
590 reads
5 Comments
Worm's-eye View
Know thy ledge
under the stand
crawling & falling
built of nerve
at the swerving hand-
I bit the farm
and bought the dust
from a nose-to-the-grind
approach adjusting eyes
over sand
gravedigging genes
to meddle in dreams
waiting on the curb
and watching the worm
race to the berm
through a gold ear tomb
and a cold beer womb
I smoke my bugs
at the capstone rate
of a pale horse game
placing late in the shade
to go inside...
under the stand
crawling & falling
built of nerve
at the swerving hand-
I bit the farm
and bought the dust
from a nose-to-the-grind
approach adjusting eyes
over sand
gravedigging genes
to meddle in dreams
waiting on the curb
and watching the worm
race to the berm
through a gold ear tomb
and a cold beer womb
I smoke my bugs
at the capstone rate
of a pale horse game
placing late in the shade
to go inside...
#WritingPoetry
575 reads
4 Comments
Parade
Hero's journey
stone-grey
still-
in crying
pondscum
relief
we are the world
all along
the western front
a well to the deep
of a statue's sight....
a moral compass
time warp
zone,
the sky
with zero reaction
firmament
grey...
that gold display
of the march-hare gods
on their northbound
gaslit measures
(a nightshade
nihilist
capitalist treasure
on carpetbagger lips
a coin...
stone-grey
still-
in crying
pondscum
relief
we are the world
all along
the western front
a well to the deep
of a statue's sight....
a moral compass
time warp
zone,
the sky
with zero reaction
firmament
grey...
that gold display
of the march-hare gods
on their northbound
gaslit measures
(a nightshade
nihilist
capitalist treasure
on carpetbagger lips
a coin...
#anxiety
#dark
573 reads
2 Comments
Otherwiseville
No.where
is
now.here~
to seek
the passage lost,
a dead man
highbeams
the wild frontier
manifesting
a flesh machine
ghost
on the grim wire road
born slouching toward
[REDACTED]
dreaming
sodium grist-type
fates for cruel books
and bones
out in the sticks
and stones
all casting looks
on remembrance
alone
at home on the range
of a grateful change,
that Stygian hope
for...
is
now.here~
to seek
the passage lost,
a dead man
highbeams
the wild frontier
manifesting
a flesh machine
ghost
on the grim wire road
born slouching toward
[REDACTED]
dreaming
sodium grist-type
fates for cruel books
and bones
out in the sticks
and stones
all casting looks
on remembrance
alone
at home on the range
of a grateful change,
that Stygian hope
for...
#confessional
549 reads
3 Comments
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