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by John Bennett
so you get to the station just as your train is leaving
so you have to wait an hour for the next one
so you're tired and hungry
so there are a bunch of food stores open
so you have no money to spare
so you just stand there feeling sorry for yourself
so people are passing and taking no notice of you
so time is pricking at your belly
so the bathrooms are all closed for the night
so there is a band playing on the concourse
so they are out of tune
so your ears accept their cacophony
so you stare at the departure board
so there are trains to everywhere except your train
so there is a 10:52 to never never land
so there is a 11:04 to the isles of the blest
so there is a 11:20 to hell
so you fight and claw your way to a seat
so you sleep hours and miles away
so the moon sits high on a black velvet pillow
so venus flirts with treetops in the west
so the great circle spins into a million tomorrows
so you wake to a cold empty morning
so you get to the station just as your train is leaving
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I HAVE NOT SENT YOU POEMS |
by John Bennett
I have not sent you poems
I have only sent you
Memoranda and documents
Manuals and proposals
In your corner office
With views of rivers and horizons
I discuss cost benefit analysis
Review the monthly figures
Aware of the light in your hair
I check the prices of printers and discs
And the softness of your eyes your eyes
And the memos and the meetings
And the files and the phone calls
And the poems...
O the poems I never sent you
John Bennett was born in England He was introduced to poetry by his mother's sister. After coming to the USA he worked as an ambulance EMT. He took classes in Creative Writing at New York University. His poems have appeared in New Plains, Trillium, San Pedro Review, Astropoetica, Read This.
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