Sunday, June 13, 2010

Buk-ku

Buk-ku


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
her thin black heels
the slamming door

***

a furious screech
hanging in the smoke --
she always comes back

***

empty bottles
crashing to the floor --
a telephone ringing

***

not your fault?
whose fault?
my fault?

***

it's not death
that worries me
it's his wife

***

an urge to scream --
when God created me
he created me

***

alone at nightfall
hours and hours of love
casting shadows

***

the way cats walk
weaving between bottles
sniffing at stains

***

like men who'd kill
because they're crazy
and its the law

***

in a crowded bar
I'm drinking alone tonight
and feeling lucky

--Jim Benz has been writing poetry for more than thirty years—with a big gap in the middle. His work can be found in a variety of print and online journals, including (most recently) Daily Haiku, DIAGRAM, Caper Literary Journal, and Blackbox Manifold. An associate editor of Shakespeare's Monkey Revue, he lives in Minneapolis MN with his wife, two cats, and a dog.

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