Sensual Decipher

Benjamin Jenkins, life, New England, New Hampshire, poem, poems, poetry, Portsmouth, writing

As honest as possible

Writing, thinking, and ignoring

Proper grammar marks

Package the whole process

Within paper and metaphor.

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The Girl Scout Cookie

Benjamin Jenkins, New England, New Hampshire, poem, poems, poetry, Portsmouth, writing

Portsmouth was settled in 1630.

My first glimpse through universe-rimmed black holes was in 1987.

Smells of rain spattered cobblestone, dusk, and wet wooden framed brick structures

Churn with diesel fuel and brackish ocean.

I’m surrounded by the building of burned hours…

A Tuesday Night Shift Haul

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, Throwback Thursday, writing

Working until 2 A.M.

Mopping a blood stained

Potato peeled floor.

 

To supplement my basement

Kitchen, I’m pinchin’:

 

3/8th’s of a plastic bear shaped bottle of honey.

I have the tea.

I have the coffee.

I have a tea bag that looks like metal tongs.

Made of bulbous, Iron-mesh bongs.

Tongue Rust

Benjamin Jenkins, life, New England, New Hampshire, poem, poems, poetry, writing

 

My dreams were absurd, scrambled last night, I know.

Can’t seem to recall any coherent flow-

Or any type of image worth review.

When I awoke, so vivid I could taste it.

Sober reality focused and it was gone.

A flicker across the retina of my mind’s eye.

Try to fire neurons in other hemispheres,

Try to recall that little detail-

A detail you might be creating

Or mixing from other flickers.

Like this poem, excavated from my skull.