ben smith | cold leftovers

Cold Leftovers There will be no more Burroughs. No more Bukowski’s. There will never be another Ginsburg. There will never again be a world famous poet. There will only be me and others like me. Others who hulk around In Continue reading ben smith | cold leftovers

todd moore | doing shots with ben smith in air à boire

Ben Smith’s AIR A BOIRE, roughly translated as Drinking Songs, isn’t so much a book of poetry as it is a dramatic gesture, a kicked open door, a drink thrown in the face, a stiff shit of the best boiling Continue reading todd moore | doing shots with ben smith in air à boire

ben smith | Im a world famous poet

Me and my girl, Stand At the kitchen table, With a cold tin in my hand, A girl with massive tits Calls me “the poet” And asks to fuck the both of us, In a orgy i couldn’t handle, Anyway. Continue reading ben smith | Im a world famous poet