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3 Word Poems

Posted: June 14, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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poem by cmbInteresting story about the center line of this poem: I stole it from my doctor’s office during my annual “wellness” exam. As I’m now 65, they gave me a memory test, asking me to remember those three words. After I performed a directed “activity” with pencil and paper, I was to recite those three words from memory. Now I ask you, who would NOT remember SUNSET BANANA CHAIR ? !! It’s a perfect 3 word poem.

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I Am Not A Tooth

Posted: April 7, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
NOT A TOOTH
I am not a TOOTH
You are not WE
I am not MOST PEOPLE
WE are not A TOOTH but
What are TRUTHS?
THIS is not THAT
WHICH is THAT witch
Which remains INSIDE
A TOOTH of TRUTH but
What are TRUTHS?
THIS is what YOU WE I 
Wake up thinking at 
5:30 in the morning.
 
C. Mehrl Bennett 2015

10. Excuse me, I really have to go

09. Excuse me, I really really have to go

08. Excuse me, I really really really have to go

07. Excuse me, I really really really really have to go

06. Excuse me, I really really really really really have to go

05. Excuse me, I really really really really really really have to go

04. Excuse me, I really really really really really really really have to go

03. Excuse me, I really really really really really really really really have to go

02. Excuse me, I really really really really really really really really really have to go

01. Excuse me, I really really really really really really really really really really have to go

P.  go

11/20/2018  C. Mehrl Bennett

PAISLEY BOW TIE

Posted: September 2, 2018 in poetry, Uncategorized
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paisley bow tie.jpg(Revised excerpt from Ringer One 2015)

Paisley bow tie on foot –
Where is your Before Shrieker?

Inside a box under the BIG TOE

BIG TOE – Who’s your worldly
Wizened Anguished Pal?

A hip duck diode with no
Duck to paddle to the other
Side of the sandbox where
A dead dog lies

– CMB –

 

Recipe for The End of The World

 

 

A head in a cage

Cash on bread

Masses of hair on salami toilet rolls

 

A crying turtle

Ducks in jeans and boots

A stuffed child bobble-head

 

An apple of bone

Hairy eyes

A video camera in a white nightdress

 

Rock phone

Teeth sandals

His nose vegetation

 

Empty magazines

An elephant of gray rock

The sweat of an ashtray collection

 

A galloping horse of water

A hand of mud from the bank

Hands sewn to legs

 

Also, the rest of her cash, birds, and

The ghost in a brown paper bag

They all lay in pieces at the kitchen table

 

Indifferently, she stirs it all

Into a pot of boiling water

With the parts of a lot of old lawyers

 

To season, she adds their last years of childhood,

Sugar, and rose salt

All this leaves a void in her hand bag

 

(Every feather costs you around

Twenty thousand dollars as a

Whale falls onto the cash register)

 

She stared out the window

As if her own head were in a cage

Her shadow flat on the kitchen table…

 

As boiling stew steamed the window

She phoned Manet

On the stomach telephone

 

A dinner invite ensued in a

Paced, cautious, swollen voice

With her arm stretched out over the bay

 

Manet came over

Every step taken flaggingly

Thoughts of bacon forming a cloud

 

Before Manet arrived she felt

The Shadow staring at her

Prone on her bed in a chain-smoking suit

 

While pushing The Shadow into a closet

Her hand passed through him

Bubbles broke open and words came out

 

The wardrobe rose up

Impaled by breathless sound

And meaningless words

 

Upon arrival Manet

Pointed at the hovering wardrobe

And asked “What’s that?”

 

“The sun,” She replied

And so, Manet munched the sun

And threw up the brain.

 

Note: Most of these words are bits of selected text from Texas Fontenella, who outlined them on scraps of pages torn from pulp books and mailed them from Australia to C. Mehrl Bennett in Columbus OH USA on 12/01/2017. On 4/09/2018, CMB selected phrases from that envelope (view some from 2nd section of this collaboration in the image below, scanned in order), and she stitched together this collaborative poem (patching in articles here and there), and gave it a title.

On 4/17/2018 she revised this poem & added the image below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wally and Wanda

Posted: February 5, 2018 in poetry, sound art
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Wally and Wanda

Day One:

Whistling windows wake Wanda

While whoozy Wally whizzes water

 

Wanda wonders

Why walruses want waxed walls?

Why wax walls when wine waits?

Walruses wait while Wally waltzes Wanda

 

Day Two:

Whirling wind wakes Wanda

While whoozy Wally whizzes water

 

Wanda wonders

Why walruses whine

When Wally winks?

Wine waits while waxed walls wane

 

Day Three:

Whittling walruses wake Wanda

While whoozy Wally whizzes water

 

Wanda wonders

Why walruses whittle waxed walls?

Why wank Wally’s willy when wine waits?

Wally wakes when Wanda wanders

 

Day Four, Five, Six, etc.?

Water will whizz

 

C. Mehrl Bennett  2/5/2018  [Revised 5/31/2018 to mark the days/daze]

comma fish

In Honor of Insignificance and My Third Eye

(k)Not left shoe or right arm but a finger sent on approval /
Control Your Artifices Transmog Martian Girl /
Old hat, still fluxing Spinga rabbits /
Boiling Bartok with a Radio Foot /
Ask A Cow of an Imaginary Color /
Them Those Hem Hose while Facing East /
Ohio Audio Chat: A Square is A Circle /
Dream Poems of Warhol Wednesdays /
With Woof, A Rose is A Nose /
Asemic Ying Yang and Wiggling Xs go together /
Drunken Spray leads to an eXcess of Lichen Smoke /
On this paper, Rotting Meat of Dangling Fools /
ILL NOISE is Not For Sale /
Make Art, Not Cents, Comma Fish /
The Triumph of Death – Ah Ha, Chicken! /
“I am Not A Tooth”, she said, as we conversed on the Edge of The Universe /

— C. Mehrl Bennett 2017