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Meditation
by Jim BenzHave your apprehensions ever been
a yodeling cowbird, a rip
in the pants of reason? I was standing on my hands
getting lucky
with a rabbit foot harpoon. I felt omnipotent
like a Juno chardonnay, Mr. Johnny in the ice box,
completely undrinkable. The sour
toes of a lemming danced across my tongue and leaped
into the eyelash of a cheap foreboding.
I knew the answer to this riddle once, I really did,
but my ethos fell to pieces. 01/13/2008 Posted on 01/13/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/13/08 at 11:20 PM I think mediation is the answer here - reading this whilst exfoliating made my sediments roar with aftermath, and my fruit stand bend. I hear there's a contract out on this one...
*inflated wheeze* |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/14/08 at 03:43 PM I LOVE THIS PIECE!! Chocked full of imagery, wit, and humor even...so much here to taste and chew...my favorite part: "The sour/
toes of a lemming danced across my tongue and leaped/ into the eyelash of a cheap foreboding."...worth reading again and again...a pleasure as always...peace n happy writings, jewels xxx |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 01/18/08 at 05:31 AM This piece is chock full of goodness. |
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