Thursday, June 11th, 2009...9:30 pm

ben smith | not a crook

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In the lounge room,
After taking a piss,
I throw my hands in the air
And make two piece signs.

I’m in the nude
And I’m pretending to be Richard Nixon.

I say,
Inside my head,

“I am not a crook”

No one is home.
I’m alone,
But I still say it only to myself.
Inside my head.

With a short girth of skin
Peeling from the black bush of my pelvis

I roll it between my palms.

I pick up my beer.

I am not a crook.

Just like he said it,
In that same voice,
But inside my head

“I am not a crook.”

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Benjamin Smith

send me a couple of days ago his book Air à boire all the way down from Australia. The book cover shows a sort of an giant cat. I love cats, therefore I started reading Air à boire and for my big surprise the book starts with the Jacques Brel song “ne me quitte pas” translated into english. Wow, a cat, then Brel. What comes after? cavity | the cars at the front of dave’s | dont be mad at me for saying this | the holiday tan | bed head (oh, how cute) | your twenty one | get over it cassanova | her popcorn hair | untitled (1) | clean, like a fox, |reprieve, amoment from the glare | untitled (2) | growing into a beautiful flower | lifes a beach | untitled (3) | untitled (4) | party time | sleeping like a vagina | black and white | father and sons | twelve weeks of winter | untitled (5) | god might remember | without | pealing duck | cork sandels | I dont want to dissapoint you | the woman with the wagging finger | the same | no more footsteps | 29 poems in total from a guy I would like to share a couple of six-packs with. Aire à boire is available via lulu.com and much more on Benjamin Smith can be found on his web page horrorsleazetrasch More Ben Smith poems will be posted on Outlaw Poetry soon.

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