Robin Bennett Poems

Master artist, I must whisper aloud-
This canvas will need a miracle to;
Flourish in a french museum; so dear sir,
Please paint my dead beauty upon me again.
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He woke angrily-
in his usual Henry VIII
sort of way
Chills breathe against
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Oh insomnia, what am I going
to do with you?
It takes a stampede of horse pills
to quiet these church bells in
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Take me to fields of green-
Where wishes hide,
I want to marry you,
Amongst the clovers-
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Dreaming of a beginning,
long before we started;
Houses baked full of
gingerbread for hungry hearts,
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Remember the days of lemonade-
sipped under the watchful eyes of the
elm? During summer she always
preened about rearranging her leaves
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Maybe you recall the day we split up-
You stared at me, all black cat like,
spewing bad luck and drowning me
to death in your envy colored eyes.
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Life has locked me inside my own tortured mind-
bleakly depressed
emotionally whipped
battle scars of life have forced me to
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Overgrown weeds and the unfamiliar poor,
live on the other side of carefully placed
railroad ties.
The scenery was-
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Love, why is everything such an argument?
I'm exhausted from watching you beat that
long since dead horse. For once can we
pretend to be adults and leave the dead
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