Coryphaeus
Coryphaeus by Jim Benz I. A fiery wheel or a dove I was puzzling. Heroic. And a barstool. I was not a throne. You were
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Over that is over and over
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
(B)anality
(B)anality by Jim Benz I. First Cycle A bearded tongue. II. Second Cycle Accept it as it is. A centered emptiness. III. Third Cycle A
This liquid thing
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
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
On the distraction of the magic lantern
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
Joe Citizen
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
Bacchanalia
Bacchanalia by jim benz When in heaven they said Hell. Was it hell for them. Once they said Oyster. We countered with Foie Gras Mousse.
beneath the lonely cry of gulls
beneath the lonely cry of gulls by jim benz happiness entails sand, blue sky, and a tide that lifts shared laughter to the height of
Off the Map
off the map by jim benz Except for faces and hands, there is no surface that defines our mutual convergence. “Your blue is clear /