Three Poems

song of aperience

of the big divine 
     of the glebe
   lambblessed
“welcome back to
     whimper”
ur vision 
   ur worsdt
flocks of emerge
privy to the
   sheepliness
already outways
     emptside
this relationship is
   non-obvious
this varnish is
     song
   just tiny portions of
   serrated pigment
leather    dauber   muscle
   peakstroughshollows
     a manucodex
without contraemia 
no authtrophy

we have time to watch the war scene

when bro has time to watch the war scene

brusque’d up

     fka

brickbrickbrick
brickbrickbrickbrick

oftfuck     conqling

   lastum     gooneration

            i went to war eyedlet and
     everyone knewed you

your pleasure

the lyrchical i

reality due to incapacity
   published

I write like can’t
     quote

“you were the sand /”
   I am   probably never   a crest

“saltily into you”
     get a   condition of myis

impression
   complistically

or   I don’t imagine alit
     libcommunisms

subscriber   ex-suburban
   fundamental garde

i don’t avant
     or adhere

yet another poet vs
   poet lecture

keep going to
     craft   i hear

kept talking
   “story”   as if

we are writing stories
     not poems

do you find this   self?
   weepy?   like what

so we hate training
     our precepts now?

it should console i
   and   it does not

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Jenkin Benson is a third year PhD student at the University of Notre Dame. He principally studies the creative interchange between Welsh and Irish modernists. You can find links to his poetry here.