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Author: danvbennett
Scratchlings
Tectonic political platesHeaven’s Virtual GateIce latte ageSame old burnt page Wake up citizens say ahBent over as we are * Wally Stevens said-this is before he was deadTime and place are equalWhen it comes to sadThey’re evenly badbut he’s mum about the sequel
That Was An Odd One To Intrude
Oh, it's youSaucy minxFlint and fireGentleman’s jinx Hold it outHold it closePull it backWhen it’s needed most I'll never lose youGod knows I've triedPoisoned the breadcrumbsTrained the flies Help me outYou’re good at mathWhat’s left when what’s leftCuts ever in half? Suitcase briefcasePurse and clutchI saw you nakedJust the once Hold it outHold it closePull … Continue reading That Was An Odd One To Intrude
Lawrence Immemorial (unfinished)
I was born in BabylonTime stamped three a.m.Maternity was packed and jackedWith what we knew as men The fog was thick in BabylonThe day I came of ageIt broke three hearts when I climbed the stairsAs the ink dried on the page I’ve booked a trip to BabylonTo shush up chatty tombsIf I’m not back … Continue reading Lawrence Immemorial (unfinished)
Posse at Twitter Gap
The Devil came in the nightChanged their hats black from whiteAt dawn the posse awoke They gathered their gearTrusted year after yearNot one good man noticed the joke When they rode into townTo gun bad guys downThey frightened the Church going folk A glimpse in the glassOf themselves as they passedGave a warning most like … Continue reading Posse at Twitter Gap
Tuned Out It Wasn’t Me
I heard the tuned and hammered stringStrike out a note that I could singIn that moment I would bringA voice among the choir I harmonize in David’s chord!A thought my mind could not affordThe Devil, friends, does not get boredWaiting by the fire Soon I sang another strainOf voices only in my brainIf I’ve a … Continue reading Tuned Out It Wasn’t Me
Nothing Better To Do
* Sometimes a thought you feel with certaintyis a thought too abstract to shape at any wheelinto an object useful or artful or playful or in any sense goodyet behind closed eyes persistently emerges from the clay... * Sometimes a cure you know for certainCould never come from some bad money labIs revealed behind your … Continue reading Nothing Better To Do
Song Written In Five Minutes of Uh-Oh
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
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, 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 You have … 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 Sad and blue Sad … Continue reading Note To Self
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 light bulbblows out at the soundOf striking matchAnd hissing leak
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 