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Twelve conversations with a stalled poem
by Jim Benz1
If only someone strange would knock on my door. I could be inspired.
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It's August, an august month "marked by majestic dignity or grandeur." I feel bland.
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Three men are walking down the middle of the street, one of them bouncing a basketball. They don't like my sidewalk? I like my sidewalk. Except in winter.
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Regina Spektor's piano. Mesmerizing. Is she on the radio?
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We need to cut apples, grind apples, press cider. All because of the trees.
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I can barely stand up. Not because I don't want to.
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We ate at Green Mill last night. The food was middling, the people were dull. But we had a coupon.
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Right now. I have to go to the bathroom. It'll only take a second.
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If you must know, we don't watch television. Except for DVDs. Which means, if you want to be technical, we watch television.
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Batman is in the movie theater again. Everybody has seen him. I wanted to see him. I probably won't see him. But I might.
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The phrases of the tenth part were spoken only silently to myself. I have uncomplicated issues.
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I'm tired of writing. 08/27/2008 Posted on 08/27/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/27/08 at 07:25 PM well, it's a poem nonetheless. i haven't seen batman yet, either. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/27/08 at 08:45 PM LOL! i so relate to this. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/04/08 at 04:59 PM i thought i saw batman - but when i turned around he had already vanished into thin air. you should've been there; it was the darndest thing. #9...that's me. |
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