Wide ranges of correspondence

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 of invariance the option of multiple fates through word of mouth transparent and […]

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Buk-ku

Buk-ku 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 the screaming outside my throbbing temples *** watching from behind […]

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Manifesto

manifesto 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 previous sentence. Therefore, the subject of the previous sentence is the predicate of the prior sentence. Conversely, the subject of this […]

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

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. Minneapolis on a bike at East Hennepin and Fifth is nothing but a salt-stained pothole, […]

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The Radio Gods

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 the jug is drained, a brief squawking will be enacted. [Second Character: scaling fish] Jugs and a liquid […]

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Falling Down

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, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice rasped a halo-skin against a rusty sieve juice knees, minor blood shot keys and […]

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Maturity

Maturity 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 / to the phone, a clutter of beer cans and bottles. / They reach for my ankles, claw / at […]

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