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Benjamin Woolley Feb 2017
Women walk
through my life
tourists
never to stay a
passing fancy to
tell their friends about
over brunch
after yoga
I read a book that
told me to live in the moment
so I don't really need
more than a couple weeks
and a warm bed
slowly gone cold
Benjamin Woolley Feb 2017
"How are you
doing?"
is a **** hard question to
answer
Do you tell them about the girl
who didn't text you
back or the one
that did?
How about the weather?
it has been very nice out

next week doesn't look so good
should go hiking
more

it was a long day at
work
but you did hot yoga
Twice this week
and paid your student loan
only a week late

is it important that you're
sitting on the couch in
your sweats-
staring at the state of your life.
Benjamin Woolley Feb 2017
Icarus is burning
and blind

plummeting

tumbling

smiling
.
Benjamin Woolley Feb 2017
my heart sings
in the smile
on her face
laughing how
I imagine the Buddha would
laugh
with the whole universe
Ohming
-
drawn from the diaphragm
by the mouth
through the lips
and back
upon
-
sunshine
kissing her face
as a lover returning home
100 million miles alone
in the deep down knowing Faith
that love can save us
-
child who watches
the stars at night
held by the whole universe
mother's tears anoint
their brave face
full
-
dance with me in
love
-
Benjamin Woolley Sep 2016
Do you feel
the same
pleasure of twisting
yourself
around his words,
line-by-line,
to disentangle his meaning;
reading and
re-reading,
fitting into his forms,
again-and-
again,
not so much for
the story,
but for the stretch?
Benjamin Woolley Sep 2016
always
it starts the
same

cold, callous
and
scared

always
the leaving is the same

I cannot help
but wonder
if
they are all the same
woman

but really
it is just that I
am the same man.
Benjamin Woolley Sep 2016
her
carving arches
twist my gaze
winding sight slides
      down
        her waist
pooling -
   caught

rivers does she drain
by trickles

           drips
insidious
a thousand ships!

       those hips
    those hips

piston-packed fire!
crank shaft
       twist
bevel      beating
      consciousness

vision slips
will-o-the-wisps
"Eat me" "Drink me"
second-hand             miss

and then she's gone
no last fix
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