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.

Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...