Submissions by SonderNinja (BenjaminEC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Light of mind
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2022 11:30pm
6th Jul 2022 11:30pm
Cul-de-sac Jones
(another old work circa 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 breathing the sky ...
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 breathing the sky ...
#SelfReflection
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5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2022 10:25pm
6th Jul 2022 10:25pm
The Uniform Blues
(old lost poem from 2017-18-ish)
Needle-bitch drizzle,
it's all-in
the stitch...
a jackass-cede
to welling piece...
a sweet soul-sister
breaks
sex shop maid
(on the downhill run
from the piss of Mars)
her blood be up
for the rape of dirt!
or an itch on the
rocks-at-bay,
a pouch
where the eye
might pass
a kidney stone
through an
onocentaur's bray...
these campfire
vampire nights
with the goats
in my soul,
&...
Needle-bitch drizzle,
it's all-in
the stitch...
a jackass-cede
to welling piece...
a sweet soul-sister
breaks
sex shop maid
(on the downhill run
from the piss of Mars)
her blood be up
for the rape of dirt!
or an itch on the
rocks-at-bay,
a pouch
where the eye
might pass
a kidney stone
through an
onocentaur's bray...
these campfire
vampire nights
with the goats
in my soul,
&...
#dark
#HumanRights
#hypocrisy
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2022 6:30am
11th Jun 2022 6:30am
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
369 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd May 2022 3:05am
22nd May 2022 3:05am
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 twist ...
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 twist ...
#anxiety
#dark
368 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2022 3:01am
22nd May 2022 3:01am
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 tire fire screams ...
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 tire fire screams ...
#confessional
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2 Comments
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