Tag Archives: Ben Smith
ben smith | falling apart at the seams & four other poems
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
ben smith | drunk at the matinee
Lickin’ ya lips The first time I ever smelt pussy I was in the pub with my dad. A man we were playing pool with stuck two dirty fingers under my nose and said “you smell that boy? You smell Continue reading ben smith | drunk at the matinee
Doing shots with Ben Smith in Air à boire by Todd Moore
Ben Smith’s AIR A BOIRE, roughly translated as Drinking Songs, isn’t so much a book of poetry as it is a dramatic gesture, a kicked open door, a drink thrown in the face, a stiff shit of the best boiling Continue reading Doing shots with Ben Smith in Air à boire by Todd Moore
ben smith | uncle jimmy
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 Continue reading ben smith | uncle jimmy
ben smith | charley the brave
He sits at the door, With his legs folded before him. Just looking at him self Spastic drunk from the night out side He seems to sway his head To the rhythm Of the snoring people On the matrass In Continue reading ben smith | charley the brave
ben smith | Im a world famous poet
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. Continue reading ben smith | Im a world famous poet
I’m not a crook by Ben Smith
In the lounge room, After taking a piss, I throw my hands in the air And make two piece signs. I’m in the nude And I’m pretending to be Richard Nixon. I say, Inside my head, “I am not a Continue reading I’m not a crook by Ben Smith
Stars on 45 by Ben Smith
Stars on 45 My dad took my sister to hollywood She was young, but not young enough not to remember when he came home he told me a story, about the boulevard of stars he said “i got our picture Continue reading Stars on 45 by Ben Smith