Before
I sleep
I cap the coming day
by shaping words into possibilities.
I operate early in the morning
so it's time to cover up the cage and hood the
parrot
silence my dissent.
Excesses and excuses
non-canonical explorations
are dumped into a pot of bubbling plaster
where they harden into stone.
When I'm up and ready for monastic duties
I take an ax and split my skull
then pick on through a mass of chipped rock.
Endings are never secure
but I eagerly engage. |
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Frequently visuals are overwrought and over
ripe
especially when ravens rattattattatt into a dead
cow's eye.
I simply dig a hole and bury the week's work.
But Lord
so many moments of pure delight
when I'm Johnny in the Jordan
stripped to my skin
mining gold inside the rubble.
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Ben Wilensky lives in Rockaway Park, New York.
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