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January 18, 2012 – 6:42 am | 2 Comments

by Jim Benz
I. A fiery wheel or a dove
I was puzzling. Heroic.
And a barstool.
I was not a throne.
You were both tide and landfall.
A splash of brine.
We were an olive
swallowed, inarticulate
wildly …

Over that is over and over

May 17, 2011 – 8:52 am | One Comment

Over that is over and over
by Jim Benz
Having surpassed the time for comprehending the moment of concluding,
it is the moment for concluding the time for comprehending. Otherwise,
this time would lose …


March 23, 2011 – 8:39 am | 3 Comments

by Jim Benz
I. First Cycle
A bearded tongue.
II. Second Cycle
Accept it as it is.
A centered emptiness.
III. Third Cycle
A child was born.
A circular space.
A couple of nice outfits.
IV. Fourth Cycle
A defiled expression.
A …

This liquid thing

January 8, 2011 – 7:32 am | 4 Comments

This liquid thing
by Jim Benz
this liquid thing
from adhesion to adhesion
I made for you
feels undetermined
like the way you recline
at an autopsy
distasteful but true
not much is legal
a delicate hole
a sky made from …

Wide ranges of correspondence

December 3, 2010 – 9:55 am | No Comment

Wide ranges of correspondence
by Jim Benz
an erotic compulsion
a prolonged moistening
beautifully expressed
crawling up walls
mad, androgynous, ecstatic
musical symbolism and mathematics
the brain chemists
the familiar strutting posture
the Land rumbling
the microcosms and the macrocosms
the myth …

On the distraction of the magic lantern

September 21, 2010 – 7:31 am | 2 Comments

On the Distraction of the Magic Lantern
by Jim Benz
In the midst of space
and banners is a littered waste
that yields more pointing
than parsing–so much has passed
that an account of intervals
(a promise, …

Joe Citizen

July 29, 2010 – 7:24 am | 3 Comments

Joe Citizen
by jim benz
He hopes to avoid Leon on his way to the elevator. Just past the open door
of the fileroom, on the wall of the mid-office corridor, he sees …


June 11, 2010 – 11:39 am | 5 Comments

by jim benz
When in heaven they said Hell. Was it hell for them.
Once they said Oyster.
We countered with Foie Gras Mousse.
Can you smile for appearance sake.
Are we dignified and merry.
Have …

Off the Map

May 1, 2010 – 9:23 am | One Comment

off the map
by jim benz
Except for faces and hands, there is no surface
that defines our mutual convergence.
“Your blue is clear / as on the first day.
In your presence I am …


March 31, 2010 – 9:23 am | 13 Comments

by jim benz
one tooth missing
when she smiles —
another morning
naked and drunk
on a flop house bed —
happy for the bed
the feel of you
our bodies sloshing together
in a filthy room
filled with blood
and …


February 9, 2010 – 12:24 pm | 4 Comments

by jim benz
“Grammatical tautology” is the subject of this sentence.
Simultaneously, it is also the subject of the previous sentence.
The predicate of the prior sentence is also the subject of the …

What it is like to be a bat

December 16, 2009 – 1:52 pm | 6 Comments

What it is like to be a bat
by jim benz
This poem partially describes the ongoing effort to home-build a JW-03 Luxury Blender. You may read it as an illustration of …

Catalyst of the fuel-injected pinhead (on a hot summer day)

October 8, 2009 – 12:36 pm | 2 Comments

Catalyst of the fuel-injected pinhead (on a hot summer day)
by jim benz
Wind repels
the dull knife
of my body
like gravity
gives weight
to exhaustion,
and this broken
road, half drunk
on time-wasted
asphalt, is faithless
and wicked.
on a bike
at …

Schrödinger’s poem

September 24, 2009 – 7:36 pm | 2 Comments

Schrödinger’s poem
by jim benz
A semantic meaning is crafted within a poetic structure,
along with the following device (which must be secured
against direct interference by the meaning): in the final
strophe, there is …

The Radio Gods

August 13, 2009 – 12:28 pm | 5 Comments

The Radio Gods
by jim benz
[First Character: pissing in a kettle]
Vocation for a jug. A vocational
discourse is in pouring, and who
dreamed of drinking to enoble
this predilection for the old thing
newer. If …

Scythe and a sandglass

June 18, 2009 – 12:16 pm | 4 Comments

scythe and a sandglass
by jim benz
Serafino has one handkerchief
which he keeps in an oak box
wrapped in linen beneath his bed.
It is as clean as the tears of a saint
and twice …

early evening

May 19, 2009 – 1:12 pm | 2 Comments

early evening
by jim benz
After the first glass of bourbon,
sitting in the shade, smelling charcoal
turn to dust and chicken skin
to gold, the grass and weeds
don’t look so tall.

Spider web and sequence

March 7, 2009 – 11:08 am | 3 Comments

Spider web and sequence
by jim benz
1. In human terms, concrete thought is unavoidably abstract.
2. Divergent thought has convergence as its ultimate goal.
3. ‘Sequential’ is a human equation based on abstraction.
4. …

Falling Down

January 19, 2009 – 11:41 am | One Comment

Falling Down
by jim benz
pull yourself together, breathe
got twisted in a lung fit, coughing
spit up bone-songs, all stripped down
all feedback snarl and knuckle skin
choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice
grated, …


November 22, 2008 – 2:36 pm | One Comment

by Jim Benz

Conversations with a stalled poem

October 6, 2008 – 8:36 am | 4 Comments

Conversations with a stalled poem
by jim benz
If only someone strange would knock on my door. I could be inspired.
It’s August, an august month “marked by majestic dignity or grandeur.” I …

deus ex machina

August 29, 2008 – 7:36 am | One Comment

deus ex machina
by jim benz
Here are
as we see we
go here
through a slippery
crack here is ex
nihilo here
is a taste of some
parallel para-
llel here is
mortified by faith-
less oxymoron
blind eye
chord a bar
of …

Reading Lips on the Freeway at Five

July 31, 2008 – 7:47 am | 5 Comments
Reading Lips on the Freeway at Five

Reading Lips on the Freeway at Five
by jim benz
Fucking asshole …
Goddamn fucking son-of-a-bitch …
Fucking goddamn son-of-a-bitching asshole …
Fucking A, you stupid cocksucking piece of shit …
Holy shit, what a motherfucking …

Eating Billy Collins

July 8, 2008 – 8:18 am | 4 Comments
Eating Billy Collins

Eating Billy Collins
by jim benz
As I rode my bike down Lake Street
on a warm summer day
I caught the gaze of a panhandler
holding a neatly printed sign in his hand
He was …

In the random orifice of time (change)

June 9, 2008 – 8:09 am | No Comment
In the random orifice of time (change)

In the random orifice of time (change)
by jim benz
Q: Do you believe this poem?
A: I’ll believe anything with a fluctuating rate of change.
Q: So you agree that metaphors are reversible?
A: …

Notes on the Human Enigma

May 16, 2008 – 10:50 am | 3 Comments
Notes on the Human Enigma

Notes on the Human Enigma
by jim benz
I. As a Forethought
In the middle of the night, a pharmacist finds himself standing in a circle of drummers. “If this is not a …


April 24, 2008 – 8:01 am | One Comment

by jim benz
At twelve o’clock, revulsion / on the telephone
and a yellow blur / cutting ribbons in my head:
dissolultion / of yesterday’s joy ride, or was it
today’s? On the path …

Saturday morning

March 22, 2008 – 12:11 pm | One Comment
Saturday morning

saturday morning
by jim benz
breakfast at Elsie’s –
a whole neighborhood
in three shrinking rooms
drawn on the face
of our elderly waitress
an imprint of scowls
long wait for coffee –
could this cup
be any more empty?
tasty …

Dans les vignes du Seigneur

March 6, 2008 – 10:14 am | 5 Comments
Dans les vignes du Seigneur

Dans les vignes du Seigneur
by jim benz
Joy punches the walls of our heart,
pulls at our lips, curls our toes.
She looks out from a mirror
where she doesn’t live,
from a house of …

In a Matrimonial Rut

January 12, 2008 – 9:55 am | 2 Comments
In a Matrimonial Rut

In a Matrimonial Rut
by jim benz
A bird sang from the upper branches of an oak
Beneath that, a porcupine bristled his quills
Completely bored, I drank another beer
Despite the fact my beer …