I only saw him once,
Or only once that i can remember.Standing on the top of the stairs
In his brown underpants.Smiling at me from all the way up there.
He died on the outside toilet.
And now all the kids are scared
to go to the bathroom in the gardenHe was cremated
but my grandad,
his brother,
didn’t have enough money to bury himSo my uncle Tom
Took his hand shovel
And my uncle Jimmy in a coffee tin
To the grave site where my grandma was buried.And dug just deep enough to
Make sure he was in the ground.He told me that was the saddest time of his life
The last bus ride with his uncle jimmy.
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.