Unsettling.

Unsettling.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

My body was found in an autochthonous cranny stinking of death,
between the hookers legs; burned
with a magnesium flash- of the bulb popping.
It illuminates mere shapes
resembling humans only remotely;
the way a copse of bracken burnt conifers' resemble matchsticks.

© 2011 Ben Lingemann


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Ben Lingemann
Ben Lingemann

Junction City, CA



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Small-town. Taken. Scrabble amateur. My poetry is started by my heart but then is beaten and abused by my brain, I generally think it shows. I write for myself, I always have and will continue regard.. more..

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