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A Poem by Ben Lingemann

My name is Ben Lingemann and these are strange times-My Introversion is Innocuous, or so I keep telling myself.Solid soil means more to me.Hard granit..

Displaced.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

The broken and the disheartened wander old roads with lost ideas,searching for deep morals to half forgotten truths.Chopping wood for a woman and her ..

For That There Are.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

I wish to peer at Paris, under-dressed and dirty in all of its neoclassical splendor.For that, there are things I would give up.I wish to see a prehis..

III: The Dirigible Blues.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

I've released my tight grip of earth and meandered off, aloftthe bobbing strangeAll of these lofty thoughts arrangedPressure from emotions like..

The Hegemonic Short.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

Rails mime safety of man, and rules comfort you. Authority stiffens your belief,out of this support comes power,and now above us so many tower.

II: The Pagan Write.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

There is no juice in your meatNo sweet to your thinNo beat in your heartNo wheel on your cartLittle love for your mindAnd these missives I have signed..

I: The Monstrous Short.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

I will feed you falsehood, calling it callous desire - you seed me with false gods and blame me for a child I did not sire.There are witches in your w..

A Stolen Ego.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

I'm known for navel-gazing my way to elation, and am living in a country caught withinthe grips of frenzied matriculation.My insidiouslymalapert gener..

Radio Station of Me.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

Am I alive?If you look at this life as whole;even though you cannot, -BZZZkkkSSt-Deaf ears and ignorant words flowing from the gleefully jabbering jaw..

Day 11

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

Day eleven, I'm missing you and I'm feeling like sinning, maybe I should start from the clement beginning.Day one, I see no more sun for I am alone co..