Song for a diagnosisSong for a spidey-senseThings ain’t right ‘n it ain’t the lightIt’s a bodily recompense The odometer’s pushingWay past the warranty cushionI can’t say it comes as a shockGet the paperwork inNotify next of kinNothing left but to run out the clock I wish I could sayI had my dayBut the truth is … Continue reading Song Written In Five Minutes of Uh-Oh
Author: danvbennett
Four Stanzas In A Minute Of Panic
Another friend called With little time left After the Fall Every moment’s a theft Seeded on Sunday A knock at the door Fangs in a nightmare Neck in a claw Who comes to help? Rapists as Saints Hand on the Holy Book Dripping white paint Facing the Altar Facing the Cross Some yet won’t tremble … Continue reading Four Stanzas In A Minute Of Panic
Sorting
This song popped into my head this morning. Mid tempo rock. Unfinished, a different breathline than usually occurs to me, but what the hey. My imagination is sheltered in place too. Found an address book in the back of a box of Not much of anything worth moving to a smaller place And I opened … Continue reading Sorting
The Mood This Morning
Will it keep my mother in my mind Or hold me down until the shadows pass? This thing I do in slowly pulsing light That finds the center of black * If in this room I had the say I’d cut it surgically around Place it glistening aloud On my wobbly lusterless tray (Preserving just … Continue reading The Mood This Morning
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This blog is all text, no videos, gifs or photos. It's a kindle experience, more or less. Essays, song lyrics, poems. All very short in length, if that's an incentive to dip your toe. Here is a breakdown of what's on this site. Click here for stuff that mostly RHYMES Click here for everything ELSE … Continue reading Navigation
First Look
Alright, you’re broken Say that much Without the one fear you’ve never… You know you have no choice That much is clear Say it once, straight through, as plainly as you can Let pain provide the high relief * When I was a small boy my mother found me irresistible and so did not resist … Continue reading First Look
Note To Self
Sad and blue Sad and blue Pick up pen Red will do News is news It’s never True It’s chewed up bird Spit for you They don’t love you Never did Of course you kept Your motive hid Through a window In the glass Who we are Is how we pass
Daily Doodle 730
Whimsy came and whimsy wentFor Lent * Save me save me down the holeThe Hour pressesSomeone spottedA kiting SoulAgainst the brimming darkness * Still and be stillMind I loveWhile we are ableStill to speak The lightbulbwinces with the soundOf striking matchAnd hissing leak
Cover Girl You Are
(Song, Uptempo Rock) Please cover up you cover girl You don’t gotta show Everything that nature gives a damn about Gonna notice in the work place Gonna notice in the first place Who you are who you are Cover girl it’s in your face They don’t get to hack If you don’t turn your back … Continue reading Cover Girl You Are
Guidance Counselor Part 1
“That is so High School!” What pops into your head when you hear that phrase? If you grew up in the 1960’s it means a situation in which all the inanity of high school, the rigid social structure, the arbitrary rules, the clueless adults in power, is echoed in some present day inanity. A generation … Continue reading Guidance Counselor Part 1
Water Heart and Seed
If you live your life like it was held for ransom every time some shadow rolls across your heart You’ll pay and pray plead with your captor But you’ll cry alone in the dark If you live your life like a bursting fountain water for the garden all the flowers and the weeds You’ll see … Continue reading Water Heart and Seed
Baby Bigots?
I should have just binge watched Arrow. Got good reviews, it's an action show, a big red box of Orville Reddenbacher’s Extra Butter Popcorn sat next to the once white of the microwave: I was ready to give my memory foam mattress a full on workout, geezer style. But then I had a wait-wait thought, … Continue reading Baby Bigots?
Cam’s Sad Sad Dab
It has been quite a while since hair products have held sway over me– though I applied shampoo to the top of my head long after it was only the wispy dreamers on the sides that needed tending–but when Cam Newton, Carolina’s polarizing quarterback, league MVP and media VIP, attracted national attention for his dab, … Continue reading Cam’s Sad Sad Dab
Ballot ’16
The Bully barks in orange glow Stuns the weak ones row on row His politics are of a piece He burps up sheep and dabs with fleece The Bubble’s head turns right or left Dependent on the donors’ heft Her policies perch on a vane And all her answers, Puddentaine For the Ballot fair and … Continue reading Ballot ’16
Deep Breath
That’s funny, I thought to myself as I reread these blog postings from Introduction thru Air Quotes and really it was odd it hadn’t popped out at me before, conscious as I am of everything I’m putting out to the world through this latest exercise in writing, writing with purpose for the first time on … Continue reading Deep Breath
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 