On the seventh day he rested, but
Before he did, he selected a little
Piece called "Benton", and there's
Where he put heaven.

My derelict soul
rolls west, to under
the Benton Street Bridge.
The bridge is strange and
lonely and changed, with
Steve and Scott dead.
Both of them died on
the railroad tracks.
The ducks are still there,
under the Benton Street Bridge.
A feral calico cat stalks
them with death and
hunger in her eyes.
The river's up.
Fish jump where me
and Carl used to sit and
sing old Motown songs.
I'm in the nut ward for
the umpteenth time.
***** induced madness.
Pensive about life;
bereft of hope,
I wonder:
Am I just a lost duck?
Maybe I'll ask that
slender cat.

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In the hard and cold city
There were no
Two a.m. train whistles…
Sometimes
Window rattling hip-hop woofers…
The occasional
Tequila soaked domestic dispute… and the like…
Leaving me now
Laying in the darkened silence feeling
Vintage…
Imaginary whispers of Brook Benton
“…feel like it’s rainin all ova the world”
Subliminal theme music
Setting the ambiance for
Trying to think of something
Not cliché to say about the
Two a.m. train whistle in the distance...
Cuz I still
Often wake to the
Absences of
Warbling sirens of high speed chases … and
Fusion of passing dialects beneath my window
That I never really heard…until I didn’t hear them …
Replaced with
Fat plops
Of nocturnal rain drops…
Far away clack-a-lack of iron wheel on rail…
Silence…
...and that lonely
Two a.m. train whistle in the distance…

I saw him led across my BLACK AN D WHITE  television screen in the rundown city of NEWARK huge shades covered his eyes like black bandages head skyward voice a dynamite musicial roar of sound as RAY CHARLES screamed I GOT A WOMAN WAY OVER TOWN THAT"S GOOD TO ME  THAN JAMES BROWN  in a shoulder cape danced  did a split dropped to his knees and roared PLEASE PLEASE  PLEASE and PAPA GOT A BRAND NEW BAG the DRIFTERS took the stage with UNDER THE BOARD WALK  JACKIE WILSON ex boxer punched out the tune LONELY TEARDROPSwhile doing another split and throwing his coat or hankerchief to waiting  screaming  fans DION AND THE BELMONTS told about RUNAROUND SUE SMOKEY ROBINSON AND THE MIRACLES with his high falsetto touched the rafters with TEARS OF A CLOWN  the TEMPTATIONS told everybody that would listen  that PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE  and I WISH IT WOULD RAIN so that no one will see my teardrops when I go outside BROOK BENTON with his smooth baritone sang about A RAINY NIGHT IN GEOGIA  and that ITS JUST A MATTER OF TIME and THE JAGUARS were careful on tiptoe because THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT ELVIS PRESSLEY wanted to know ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT  and sang about THE JAILHOUSE ROCK and JERRY LEE LEWIS known as the killer on the stage beat beat the piano like a bad child with elbows feet hands letting us know about there is A WHOLE LOT OF SHAKING GOING ON we ain't faking there's a whole lot  of shaking going on

Let us relate our police beatings with recollections recounted hazily
while even at 70 Barbi Benton's 32 teeth will fit in her mouth lazily
like 2 cottage-cheese thighs that in her dotage she exposes brazenly
in the company of Hugh Hefner who expends **** broads cravenly
which ain't too much unlike hairy tramps cravin' a clean-shaven me
or needs enumerated by gay coal miners in a coal-mine-cave-in plea
Because not every black lesbian is a connoisseur of elderberry wine
there is chardonnay, Merlot & Syrah for Y.W.C.A. diners who mine

The mocking birds mouth is as still as the tree, The mocking birds mouth is as still as the tree, The mocking birds mouth is as still as the tree, The mocking birds mouth is as still as the tree,

I shall be enveloped, intoxicated in it's last words effigy,
Transcribed across the tablets of the deserts final plea,
It searches for my body
The coyote calls my name,
The sands ask for me as a trophy
They swallow up my grave,

The slits of eyes in my wrist and thighs show my life's vision out to sky, it sees the world from the deep inside where I hid it in my skin and my arteries,

When you find me dead bury me in the sand, il be a sand angel in 2010,

I was never worth consoling, hid from every one I knew, finally at the end you found you hate me too.

Guilts too hard to take, it ***** in my soul like a vacuum, guilt beats hate, Benton falls down in the bathroom,

The tiles watch him **** on the floor
He collapsed then shat and vomited more, whole lives fall in the toilet. too moist as miscarried babies,
So bury me in the desert,
So the mocking bird can't say ****.

Devils of saintly virtues?
Or a saint of sin?
Who is evil or good?
Who bestowed such titles?

A boisterous ***** baron?
Ordained by dour dukes?
Spilled blood to pave a road?
Does your honor sunder and erode?

Was it virtuous to shove innocents?
To put them under lock and key?
Saintly, to make them fear?
Courage, to turn a blind eye?

Is it a sin to feed the starving enemy?
A devil to help a dying foreigner breath?
Bereave their suffering?
To feel guilt when malnourished prisoners beg for feed?

What makes you so noble?
Foible flags, and an adorable mantra?
A little training makes it right?
Maybe you know it does not,

Paving roads with bones and blood?
Did you join to fire a gun?
To retrieve bullets from inside of someone?
To stand for your flag and defend?

Does a medal wash away those sins?
All forgiven because you won?
Bombs dropped and humanity undone,
Another chapter in the book of justification,

Titled, ‘War is Hell’
The history of death, peace unsung,
Souls seized, leaders appeased,
From rot, money and disease,

Waiting for battle under south side trees,
What makes you better then them?
Education? A uniform?
Signing your life away to conform?

What if your not as noble as you seem?
Noble intentions in a hellish scene,
In total might, what if neither is right?
A hired killer of a higher power,

Atrocities in the name of swell intentions,
Killing for Lord Benton, or General Jenkins,
Does what you read make you mad?
Or sad?

Will war ravished ruffians take pity?
Is it wrong if they slaughter and **** your life?
Everyone in it?
Will your god founded, blessed flag save you?

Maybe they are right,
After all,
You did it to them first,
Suddenly it’s wrong? No chalking up to war is hell?

Maybe you’re lost,
Maybe notches on your gun makes you proud of past,
Maybe feel lied to, in a cloud,
Or maybe you’re a demonic psychopath,

The history of Saints is usually tattered with sin,
Passing volatile judgements upon men,
Devils usually do what they are asked,
Whether or not it should come to pass,

After all,
It was conflict that caused Edens fall,
Do you care if you’re right or wrong?
You, mercenary of the flag?

When is wrong, right?
Right, wrong?
Call you hero and sing your song,
Will history see it like you?


After all,
Stonewall made innocent civilians fall,
Regarded hero,
Instructed by a drunk,

Who are you?
What makes you so great?
Why are you right?
Why are you wrong?

In the end, I don’t care if you think,
Or ask yourself stated questions,
That’s not my biz,
Simply put...
It is what it is..

Standing hear on the wrong  side of tracks , on my arm .

my living hell addiction .

stabbing and searching the needles in vain .

in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to
draw my happiness from .

but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying
corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and
child lonely, lost and alone.


          Brian Kieth Benton

I embrace my insanity because I'm the only one will .
  
  I try to hold on while evil , evil tries to beat down my walls of love ,
love I try to preserve inside of me , with out it I know I'm dead .

Everyone in life who I need , I do meet.
Like little blessings that kiss my spirit and inspire me to carry on .

As the demons that society hold no to so they can feel good about
themselves by belittling kindness and love .

  why ,why ,why can't they see  love can't be bought or sold ,it's
free , free like air ,sun and the wind that kisses my face in the morning .

        By Brian Keith Benton  

    Dedicated to Nicole D.

Tree have fallen all around me but they don't make a sound
silhouettes of sadness lying  
All around

There's no mirror in the bathroom so I can't see my face just a lonely image trapped inside this place

Where did my life where did I go so wrong did the devil made me do it or was I acting all alone

Years of laughter Echo loudly in my mind still searching for happiness I can't seem to find

Can I tell you a  secret,  no because if I do it will no longer be one

But if all my wrongs were stones I could build a castle

In my mind my thoughts continue to wrestle with yesterday's dreams in today's reality of what I have become a lost soul  afraid of living or life

My body is possessed by demons who are caringly caressing a condemned spirit

I look at the world  with blurred vision only seeing distorted images of life that's so misunderstood.

Brian K. Benton

That WORLD no longer exist.
Oh, many wish.
But that fantasy has long passed by.

The colorization of the world have shocked many.
Many still lost in Disneyland's vision.

Oh, more closely connected to their Leave It To ****** youth.
Where others was never shown?
Shocked when another vision appears at their home.

That WORLD slowly fading in time.
Like Brook Benton stated, "It's Just A Matter of Time."

Let us relate our police beatings with recollections recounted hazily
while even at 70 Barbi Benton's 32 teeth will fit in her mouth lazily
like 2 cottage-cheese thighs that in her dotage she exposes brazenly
in the company of Hugh Hefner who expends **** broads cravenly
which ain't too much unlike hairy tramps cravin' a clean-shaven me
or needs enumerated by gay coal miners in a coal-mine-cave-in plea
Because not every black lesbian is a connoisseur of elderberry wine
there is chardonnay, Merlot & Syrah for Y.W.C.A. diners who mine

Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Italy, Texas
Benton, Kentucky
Philedelphia
Los Angeles
Oxon Hill, Maryland
Nashville, Tennesssee
Parkland, Florida...

Why is the U.S like this...
Why have there been 8 shootings this year,
and we're only 2 months in.
Why do people have the urge to hurt others.

I pray for the grieving families..
I hope that God is with them in these hard times.

A threat came to my school,
it was not fun.
I pray for the ones who's threat, turned into reality.

A man called Michael Cohen were the first sign that a target was on the man back.
And instantly, names of mobster mentality became part of the myth.

The fixer.
Really?
Maybe Cohen were looking at too many gangster pictures.

Flynn, lock her up drew folks quickly concerning Hillary.
But notice the one cutting the deals to save himself from being locked up.

The bug, we might call him.
Then the investor called Mannifort similar to this presidential mobster chief is a infamous liar.

And now Stone, who loves being called the trickster?
Have been caught in the web of deceit that heading to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

We had Tricky **** and his crew decades ago busted.
And eventually this Clown of New York will find his mansion in New York waiting upon him.

Brook Benton, sung a song called, It's Just A Matter of Time.

Let us relate our police beatings with recollections recounted hazily
while even at 70 Barbi Benton's 32 teeth will fit in her mouth lazily
like 2 cottage-cheese thighs that in her dotage she exposes brazenly
in the company of Hugh Hefner who expends **** broads cravenly
which ain't too much unlike hairy tramps cravin' a clean-shaven me
or needs enumerated by gay coal miners in a coal-mine-cave-in plea
Because not every black lesbian is a connoisseur of elderberry wine
there is chardonnay, Merlot & Syrah for Y.W.C.A. diners who mine