ben smith | motion sickness

I remember in primary school
When we went to the zoo for an excursion.

And every one was young
And cute
And excited

I remember
A little boy that sat next to me
Who was my best friend at the time
of course.

I remember him being sick
And vomiting watery yellow mush
Into a plastic bag,

That had a hole in it.

it ran down his legs
onto his beautiful
clean, grey, pants
his mother had ironed for him
that morning
in a rush before work.

I remember
the whole bus smelled like sick
every one was silent and whispering…
holding their noses and pointing.

I remember him looking at me
My friend
With red wet eyes
From being sick and crying.

I remember them eyes saying

“for god sake man,
Help me out,
Sit closer to me,
Don’t leave me alone.”

But i did.

Like a coward.

And as the bus rocked,
And the sick kept falling from the bag,

I edged further and
futher away from him

From my friend

Until the bus stopped and he got himself changed
Into the three size to small
Back up pants,

And wondered around the zoo
Picking his wedgie all day,

Holding the teachers hand.

And sucking on a lollypop that made
All the other children jelouse
And watery yellow
With envy.

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 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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