Passing By’s

Lust and dark thoughts
Empty corridors,
Bodies full
With doped smiles
And fire underneath the plastic

Wreaking stimulants,
Transient pleasures fill my lungs and enter my brain
The delightful fuck it
Whispering in my ear
Putting it’s hand on my thigh

Need not reason but a craving to pass the time
My heavy feet drag along the concrete
The taste of a dry mouth and a flaming neck
Seem so easy to quench with a sip or a toque of what they call ‘the good stuff’

Oh I know the lies
The passing by’s
The closed ears and blood shot eyes
Open mouthed gawping at the fantastic
Explaining like lion with mane
But not with pride
Something less
Something surface and without jest
A crack in the shell of machismo merchants
Who lurk in the alleys
Stinking of times passed,
Wounds to be filled with sugar-sand and broken glass

Never have I ever known the meaning of pleasure
Nobody knows better
Than a man who’s come back from the edge
Tasted the elixir
And swallowed it.
Bliss, Love, Ecstasy,
Then the anaesthesia ran out.

Not desperate
Now only does he drip with the sweat of his brow
Pure passion
Fire by love and fury
The only hit is his own fist
Sometimes does he tire
Never does he miss

He took the holy grail
Almost turned
But got rid of it,
How?

When tempted
Full of contempt
In thoughts
Stepping back from the ledge
Still falling but seeing
I count myself lucky
For the sight that is my gift
Sold easy for a trip,
The empty form of it.

No more second guessing.
From dark
I know the light,
And that’s a
Blessing.

 


-Ben

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Photographer: Mali Maeder