Ben Lingemann : Writing

Dead Man.

Dead Man.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


He opened his coffin and folded the side down, swung his legs over. Gathered his strength and pushed off heavily, rising unsteadily to his feet. "Dead..
Unabashed Debauchery.

Unabashed Debauchery.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


The transvestite in the corner sauntered over to me dripping sleaze while I tightly gripped j&b on the rocks in a heavy glass ignoring myselfand h..
Belies A Dark Meaning.

Belies A Dark Meaning.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Their wrecked bodies festoon the fence, lovingly hand hung.The spot was recently afflicted with such violencenow sits empty of life, full of hideous s..
Flowery Angst.

Flowery Angst.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


I miss being filled with a sense of here and now fromthe unclouded mental vision of youth beforethe eclosion from adolescent reverie toadult delusions..
Maybe I should buy a Snuggie®.

Maybe I should buy a Snuggie®.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


As the winter begins to again seep into my perceived world,I use clothes as my pseudo-armor,layering to keep in warmth.In staunch dissonanceI will beg..
I want something sex cannot satisfy.

I want something sex cannot satisfy.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Do you know what it means to have a moment encapsulated and remain enthralled with an utterance for what seems a century?Or more?It isn't your voice o..
A Shadow Forming Mass.

A Shadow Forming Mass.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


I hear and seesoles grind small pebbles into night nighobscured flagstones, something young, a passerby, says “What are you doing? Old man"Stepp..
Gratuitous Violence.

Gratuitous Violence.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


And with hot branding, I name the end, it is unknown Obadiah, it is uncompromising Demosthenes, it is ambuscaded Agamemnon, it is crafty Cain, it is..
I Am Continued Consistency.

I Am Continued Consistency.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


These are wordsand I change so muchwith this sword.Just by adding or rearranging, that is the strange thing.I perspire as you suspire, Engaging you ol..
The Decadent Progeny.

The Decadent Progeny.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Sugar nightmares haunt childrenNancy harlequins cane themOh, child of mineyour life you did,away, sign.Force fed familiarity with already branded emot..