Ben Lingemann
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Forlorn Jacket.A Poem by Ben LingemannA forlorn jacket absently left on a gate post warms in the sun. No wind rustles its fringed edges, the shadow cast envelopes half of the green post an.. |
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Adjustable Personality.A Poem by Ben LingemannMy words have been ripped from meuncovering my naked body below and I bemoan the cold or mayhap just existenceMy pupils will not focus, a lack of dila.. |
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I Want for a While to Drip Cold Honesty in Your Ea..A Poem by Ben LingemannCold and clean, clinical, “and his name is The End of Days” said the priest.“At least he wasn’t born deceased”-“Li.. |
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I Am CreatedA Poem by Ben Lingemannthe Exquisite Executioner.What kind of organic golem of engrammic man am I, so cold as to make you quiver.You ask what hides under my thin veneer of v.. |
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Black Kisses From Mother.A Poem by Ben LingemannAs you jerk and jigglehop and knockslip and gigglekeep a foot forwardand the other forewarned.Slack jawed and hackneyedyou're endlessly forlornslack k.. |
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Leaning Against a Lamppost.A Poem by Ben LingemannI am staring at the red hand demanding stop in a mostly silent rushing manner with any urgent notice for the blind lost in the crushing banter.And the.. |
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Tendentious.A Poem by Ben LingemannNowhere is now here, desolation; within my adulterated honesty you took from me that which you did not believe I still owned in your break-neck speed .. |
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I'm Insular In Need.A Poem by Ben LingemannOh' glamorous god glassy eyed, in meyou have so very much time investedI burn past tense n’ loosen tight lips. I maybe lost without Love jejunel.. |
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Invisible.A Poem by Ben LingemannI forgot my life as I lived it.I forgot my body as I died.I forgot my shadowas it was burned on the wall.I forgot then and nowand will forever after.I.. |
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You Don't Know/misjudge me.A Poem by Ben LingemannI strip you naked,leave you firmly fixed to the spotin the coldencircled by a metalfence.You're rooted to that spot.Without me, you'll neverleaveand w.. |
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