horror to history to heregraphic delete embers of homer and all others horror to history to here who drank beneath the stars who birthed words who loved but what if earth is really a symbol a circle a 0 fallbonfire the boss no one is able plots lost gone reading light a thing howls at night abdicated sable perfect past presenta framed photograph of tom clancy wearing shades shit smeared haiku #15this spotless spring sky, this windswept, deserted beach: no strategy here handlea slice of something left, lost, forgotten by forgotten figures now found embedded in a riverbed see this C it used to be of use even meaning maybe meaning still? used, yet new an artifact cracked back to art (some might say) helldoves coo a guitar strums out blues the may rain soaks and soothes yet my muse is gone new year’s daylousy drunk tuxedo stuffed still clutching a beer shit that’s a mirror! haiku #19dark speck of something on the cleaned kitchen counter-- this poem in your day Benjamin James Smith is a writer and editor living in Maine. He recently finished writing his first screenplay, The Separate, about four hikers who follow in the footsteps of Benedict Arnold to find history and horror.
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