i am often easy-going
but sometimes i am not
the world can disappoint me
and then i will get hot
but as long as there is nothing i can do
i'll sit and scribble aimlessly
and wish the best for you
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About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
2 comments:
Hanging. Nice. Very gentle, just like hanging really is. It's such fun to do something that requires almost no effort. The focus is entirely upon sensations on the body. Fish that flutter by, or bump curiously to determine if that leg is edible - it's not! - or surprising cold strands of water straying from some secret depth, maybe from those blackened cliffs that are lands' end, bringing their exotic foreign-ness to me.
up from the abyss
a cold black tentacle
of icy water
a stranger to sunlight
doomed to disappear
back into the depths from which it rose
and tickled
and vanished once again
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