Posts Tagged ‘Benjamin Smith’

Friday, November 26th, 2010

ben smith | cold leftovers

Cold Leftovers
There will be no more Burroughs.
No more Bukowski’s.
There will never be another
There will never again
be a world famous poet.
There will only be me
and others
like me.
who hulk around
In the shadows
of the genius
that the big fella’s
left behind.
Spamming the internet
with half thought
ripped from the lips
of other peoples
And we will tell tales
of drunkards
and whores
and brawls
and nothing;
We will only [...]

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

benjamin smith | Cộng hoà Xã hội Chủ nghĩa Việt Nam

Dead in trenches
The trenches in Hue,
Where men once died,
Now grow daisies and
Lizards trip out
In the dragon fruit vines.
While the soldiers
Hear this same poesy bullshit
Day in and day out
While they wait patiently
For female German tourists
In yellow dresses.
Blonde hair cascading
Over their soft,
Deeply tanned

Haiku, Kinda
A featherless chicken
pecks in the dirt as
Yuen pulls a bamboo pipe
beside me.
The heat
and the [...]

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

ben smith | eight shots

The shoot
Porn often ends
in a one woman
against he world
of man.
Blowing warm
white chunks
and spitting spoof
at the camera.
Crying out Shit,
“Fuck me in my ass
You piece of shit
Fuck me in my ass.”
It always reminds me of
Mac Beth
and V.Wolfe
and Thatcher;
And the first time
I ever pre cummed
or couldn’t get
hard cause I was
too drunk.
A woman
“you piece of shit,
You fucking piece of [...]

Monday, January 4th, 2010

ben smith | with big red boobs & after sex

With big red boobs
We argue
Everyone in the room
And i throw a cup of water
On the floor and
It smashes
while people move around
To avoid the broken
“You only defend her
Cause you want to fuck her”
He says in regards
To his woman.
Wich makes me
pull up
With big moon
Boot hands
And push the air
At my front
“Whoa, whoa, whoa there…
Want to
Is a big fucking [...]

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

ben smith | shaving my balls

Shaving my balls | part 1
There has got to be something
About clipping away at your pubes.
Hacking through the vines.
Un earthing the pale
And wrinkley little man
Who talks a whole heap of
Like Indiana jones.
I tell my family
im going to have a shower
but i take a pair of sciccors
a cut throat.
Half drunk
I saw away at my balls
And my [...]