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.
But we have to speak to her boy friend,
Cause he’s a little bit shyAnd on the drive home,
With the passing red lights
A smudge to my
Drunken eyes.I say
“You hear that?
they called me a poet, baby,
Im a world famous poet…”And i drink the last
warm dregs of my beer
and throw it out the window.And when i get home
I fall sleep on the couch,
Watching circous de solie,and dream about the end of the world.
And in my dream
every one is panicing.
Saying,“ we are all going to die,
some body save us
We are all going to die.”But not me,
I feel relaxed
Pretending to be
a world famous poet.Sleeping on the couch at my mums.
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.