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"Destiny"
by Jim BenzIt crosses paths.
It opens doors to disaster.
To solution and continual
crisis. It steps backwards.
You are suddenly not
the Other,
spitting out every grievance
like a wager
or an affliction. Antecedants,
narcotic and aged
consternation: these are your panacea
and irreproachable -- never
motionless, never token --
complexities, unconsciously
crafted and spun
antiseptic: as if circumstance
were not a strategy
and a pretext to utter
"exigency"
in the ears of the damned,
this manifest hunger. 05/22/2009 Author's Note: I'm just trying to get some poetry going - good or bad, it doesn't matter.
Posted on 05/22/2009
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/26/09 at 06:15 PM if cherry picking is a sin,
I don't mind that you picked all the good pearls
worth their poetry employ from the pearl bin
and left nary a one for this wordsmith on the bum.
as always Jim, you more than started some poetry going, which is
never bad but always good and always egging on flight in an egg head, such as mine. |
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