Robin Bennett Poems

Drawn into the flames of our hell-
The dirty moths just stare;
Disgust oozes, from gaping wounds
Where prying eyes once settled.
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Thick vials of color, paramount to evil plans-
hours spent gazing at a black canvas
surgical precision, each stroke methodical
to reap the greatest rewards.
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My pain grows deeper as your voice rises,
As sanity bounces off weary blue walls, I paint
a fleeting glimpse of an absurd woman. I stumble
to find a matching sarcophagus, to preserve
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fine wine
ripe grapes on vines
colors of royalty
drifting in lyrics of a Hendrix phase
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You seemed like a really good catch
until that night at your place
dollar store votive candles
boxed wine
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I've never liked my-
arctic sleeping partner
Just one ambien,
an a spritz of lavender-
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Polished morning shine-
Wakens me
and last nights cheap wine
False darkness closes in
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I remember when Grandma died
as if was yesterday. It's been
twenty years already, and I
can't forget even one detail.
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White hot lights
interrogate my-
interrupted brain
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Slipping deeper
into silent madness-
winds of change
gust a final gasp of chill
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