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

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 Continue reading benjamin smith | Cộng hoà Xã hội Chủ nghĩa Việt Nam

ben smith | with big red boobs & after sex

With big red boobs We argue with 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 glass “You only defend her Cause you want Continue reading ben smith | with big red boobs & after sex

ben smith | shaving my balls

Shaving my balls | part 1 There has got to be something Therapudic About clipping away at your pubes. Hacking through the vines. Un earthing the pale And wrinkley little man Who talks a whole heap of Piss. Like Indiana Continue reading ben smith | shaving my balls

ben smith | the spyder and the fly

The fridge door opened like a woman’s legs. The weight of my hand pulling the handle rocked the white beast and gently rattled the beer inside. They tinkled like a wind chime. I stood there silently at the opening for Continue reading ben smith | the spyder and the fly

ben smith | air à boire

My name

is Benjamin Smith. I try to blend a certain style of over the top honesty with vain, self indulgent, satire. I feel awkward about my poetry, so i “over do”, the honesty in an attempt to surrealize the situation and how people will perceive me, as a person, writing poems. I’m twenty four and I live it home with my family, In Melbourne, Australia. I’m an average, day dreaming, drunk young man, who is pretending to be beat and boho . And shit, If that’s not poetry, I don’t know what is.

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