Saturday, December 6, 2014

THE DISTANT SUN       [Stefanie Bennett]
There’s no need to substantiate
The highs and lows
That expediency delivers –:
Like a spent postcard –,
Revival of The Ancients –,
An untitled sonatina
Or ...
The licensee means-testing
A solitary snapdragon
In the shade’s
TOUCH       [Stefanie Bennett]
You say I’ve burgled
The heart,
The vision,
Conducted, made
Of lineage!
This is an admission
I’ll not shy from –.
There was once
A carpenter
Who ‘stood
... Knew what
Were for.
TALLY       [Stefanie Bennett]
They stepped lightly about
The indelible divide
- Past the voiceless harp
And into the parlour of days
Where a drift of incense
Encircled the hat-rack
And the begonia,
Grim and proper
Its truce...
None came out.
None stayed.
IMMERSION    [Stefanie Bennett]
... A brief encounter with
The nonplussed society
Is as die-hard as the text
Of William Burroughs,
The bunion of a pre-
Darwinian rostrum
And the efflorescent
Mayan taciturn
That’s traded
Irritatingly bereft.
Instead –, let’s all be
Indebted to
The Fates’ unequivocal
Silver tongue
... And time’s
Wild honey.

my ego would like to believe   i got an email from an old girlfriend yesterday   she told me how she stumbled upon my ...