Watched

It’s not made of matter
More like the feeling of being watched
The feeling of an empty hand on your shoulder with no warmth and no touch
Like the feeling that I’m missing something
And that things could have been different

 


-Ben

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Photography by Jakson Martins

Passing names

In all the passing names I’ve been called
I’ve never been called that
That little something that lingers on the lips
Chips by the tip of your tongue
Touch it, but never quite make it
Like food that you can taste without sustenance
Because you hate the fact that you can’t swallow
What deep down in the pit of your stomach, under the vine leaves,
Might be called the truth

 


Ben

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Stranger

Not normally one for a fight
I’d normally run into a fight with a spork (instead of a penknife)
Thinking I was being smart of something
Working laterally at the problem

Once I was asked to do a cartwheel
So I did a triple standing backflip and broke my neck
And I never wear a suit and tie for that reason

And I hover around normally about two feet in the air
It’s more comfortable up there, or maybe I’m just fixing world problems – who knows

But I still go for a punch up with the local 10 legged tentacle monster down the cafe on Tuesday mornings, which gives me a good training for life tomorrow

 


-Ben

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