Submissions by SonderNinja (BenjaminEC)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Meticulous nonsense
Taken to the Stump
Pale moonlit flame
chicken on the wind
lights in the distance
now behind
flushed from the bush
to shushing heights
into the eye of the storm
through a stomach for details...
he crept from a solemn
white midnight
tune of phrases
seldom used:
"Itch the soul.
Scratch the brain."
a life of lines
cut to the dumb numb
dull in luxury
of beginning...
necessity, now,
for ending:
It was
the rope-a-dope of croaking & the...
chicken on the wind
lights in the distance
now behind
flushed from the bush
to shushing heights
into the eye of the storm
through a stomach for details...
he crept from a solemn
white midnight
tune of phrases
seldom used:
"Itch the soul.
Scratch the brain."
a life of lines
cut to the dumb numb
dull in luxury
of beginning...
necessity, now,
for ending:
It was
the rope-a-dope of croaking & the...
#drugs
#culture
#FreeVerse
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Brain Burn
Brain burn,
fire of thought-
a little bit of
broken legion-
poems,
off
...in the mist
of faulty wiring
from synapse
charring,
Freedom:
that rabid mongrel-
sawed the wings
off gibbering
angels,
how they touched me:
here,
here,
& especially
here…
dug it 'til the blood
and wrote some crazy bug…
---munch---
---salt---
---munch---
took a long walk ...
fire of thought-
a little bit of
broken legion-
poems,
off
...in the mist
of faulty wiring
from synapse
charring,
Freedom:
that rabid mongrel-
sawed the wings
off gibbering
angels,
how they touched me:
here,
here,
& especially
here…
dug it 'til the blood
and wrote some crazy bug…
---munch---
---salt---
---munch---
took a long walk ...
#funny
#FreeVerse
214 reads
1 Comment
Dunning-Kruger
..
If you're not confused, then you don't know what's going on
If you're not confused, then you don't know what's going on
#minimalist
#culture
#PopCulture
279 reads
2 Comments
Tapetum
I could see a whole lot better if weren't for all the street lights
#culture
#PopCulture
214 reads
2 Comments
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
#FreeVerse
512 reads
4 Comments
Dwelling
#FreeVerse
#PersonalGrowth
316 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 #FreeVerse
#CallToAction #FreeVerse
513 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
#FreeVerse
651 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
#FreeVerse
649 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
#dystopian #FreeVerse
#dystopian #FreeVerse
657 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
#FreeVerse
620 reads
3 Comments
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