Saturday, November 1, 2014

LEXIGRAPHY PASTE-UP, The Times      [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
She said
 
- "Trash is for
The lesser God's
Keeper."           
 
He reasoned
 
- "And tomorrow
Is back
Where we found it."
 
In the streetlight's
Hamstrung glare...
 
The shrew sits
Beside
The shot-glass
Prophet
 
... And
 
Between them
Eddies
The crucified
Air.
 
 
BLING 2, Documentation     [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
At world's end, and the voice
Of birds a pandemonium,
Something peculiar
Is happening to poets -.
 
They don't
Feel well,
 
Their appetite's
Abated and
 
The citadel of song's
Off-key.
 
Blows may follow. If
You will
 
Stay sober, stay
Serene -,
 
Play pat-a-cake with
The screech-owl
 
In God's sweet acre.
 
 
CHANCE - After 'Kikahu'     [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
Didn't you know, we get
What we don't deserve
The precise
Moment
Vulcan rocks
                    Fall
About-face
To tell it
The way it is
- A saffron
"No Chorus"
 
Sound...
 
 
OFFERING      [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
I'm to blame -.
I was born
A nondescript
Rhythmist
Repeatedly drumming
A tin plate
With a wooden spoon.
 
It can't get
Any better
Than
        That..., It's
 
What you do with
What you've got.