STEVE BENSON           03  23 15

A N N E X   P R E S S    2 0 1 5

Having done one thing and  decided  to  stop  I
     do  another.   I turn the book upside down
and write in  here  without talking about today
  in particular  or  what  I  feel  or  who  I  am
     but  mixing  fiction  with  nonfiction
if what is said about me is true
        the way it flows without telling me
meaning  or  intention  or  the  point
   “flows”                   rolling with the resistance
         Excuse me while I feel paralyzed
“’flows’”   We excuse ourselves to step unwittingly
                into  the  blue               ocean  of  your  eyes
       we  feel  recognized            you  realize
the  sky  is  tar,  a  hue  imagined
                because  it  feels  that  way
Trash  floats  along  the  beltway
             a ribbon of foam crosses the floor
         vapid hammerlock forces the issue
into penury  –  worthless labor exhausts energy
            Don’t try to destroy your worth, only
              your false reputation.   The answers lie
in  humility,  solitude,  and  adhesiveness  anyway
     way  deeper  than  that              that  torn
briefs                        shirt label                     index
        finger worming its way into sticky
habitation of the silk worm                       repeating
                   the image of a man of private parts
            an  ingenious  start  for  a  work  that  can
never  be  finished
                      Words  make   me  sick.     I am dissa-
pointed  in  love  –  the  kind  of  mating
        I  want  to  do       I  need  to  do
        wholesale  acceptance  or  no  sale  at  all
surrender,  mutual           Why am I telling you
           secrets             Let  there  be  no  secrets
between us except that which  I  tell  no  one
        the  contours               hold an insane rhythm
words tell me          his voice touches
                   on the wrist               arched back mid-
air                I could use some help in heating this
body  once  the  clothes  are  taken  off  and
the  wind  picks  up              sliding
    as  though  the  world  were  a  chute


                                                                        [02 05-17 2015]