Ben Smith’s AIR A BOIRE, roughly translated as Drinking Songs, isn’t so much a book of poetry as it is a dramatic gesture, a kicked open door, a drink thrown in the face, a stiff shit of the best boiling down the throat. What got my attention right away was the cover with [...]
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Ben Smith’s AIR A BOIRE, roughly translated as Drinking Songs, isn’t so much a book of poetry as it is a dramatic gesture, a kicked open door, a drink thrown in the face, a stiff shit of the best boiling down the throat. What got my attention right away was the cover with [...]
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I only saw him once,
Or only once that i can remember.
Standing on the top of the stairs
In his brown underpants.
Smiling at me from all the way up there.
He died on the outside toilet.
And now all the kids are scared
to go to the bathroom in the garden
He was cremated
but my grandad,
his brother,
didn’t have enough money to [...]
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He sits at the door,
With his legs folded before him.
Just looking at him self
Spastic drunk from the night out side
He seems to sway his head
To the rhythm
Of the snoring people
On the matrass
In the other room.
When,
finally,
i slide open the
Glass roller door
i say
“Okay but just for a few hours
For god sakes
Don’t get into any fights.
Maybe just fuck
that [...]
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Me and my girl,
Stand
At the kitchen table,
With a cold tin in my hand,
A girl with massive tits
Calls me “the poet”
And
asks to fuck the both of us,
In a orgy i couldn’t handle,
Anyway.
But we have to speak to her boy friend,
Cause he’s a little bit shy
And on the drive home,
With the passing red lights
A smudge to my
Drunken [...]
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In the lounge room,
After taking a piss,
I throw my hands in the air
And make two piece signs.
I’m in the nude
And I’m pretending to be Richard Nixon.
I say,
Inside my head,
“I am not a crook”
No one is home.
I’m alone,
But I still say it only to myself.
Inside my head.
With a short girth of skin
Peeling from the black bush [...]
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My dad took my sister to hollywood
She was young,
but not young enough
not to remember
when he came home
he told me a story,
about the boulevard of stars
he said
“i got our picture taken with Chewbakka”
and when he was walking away
chewbakka kept getting in his face,
and yelling at him
and scarring my sister.
He even said from over the road.
With the [...]
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I remember in primary school
When we went to the zoo for an excursion.
And every one was young
And cute
And excited
I remember
A little boy that sat next to me
Who was my best friend at the time
of course.
I remember him being sick
And vomiting watery yellow mush
Into a plastic bag,
That had a hole in it.
it ran down his legs
onto [...]
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