Ben Partenay Poems

there’s a ghost in the halls of this place
that’s what they tell me, and last night
the stairs creaked, the lights flickered
and the room smelled faintly of jasmine
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in keeping with this gray sky I walked
to the post office with a broken step and
tossed my letters on the counter and tried
to exit just as quickly as I had come in
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i am more than merely
wondered at the swift dawn,
even the how of light drifting
in and through these eyes
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the night fall
silent like a
broken shadow
gone headlong
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Those grey hills, perpendicular
to slanted clouds, I was young
so young, and everything
was coming or going or
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Why you smiling, you in that chair
made of glass?
Why you smiling, breathing that air
like it's glass?
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There is a river, deep, it's fast even
especially in spring, especially when the snow
melts off the hills and the trees, especially
when it rains and rains and you tell me
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Imagine that, little house on the
hill with black shutters, white picket
fence and green lawn. A tree in the front
yard grows thick over windows. Imagine
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When you, when you read this,
when you read this I
picture you sitting underneath
a window, with your head against
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If you believe the sun is growing black
And sparrows flee the wind because they’re small
Than there is more that you have left to see
Beyond these walls.
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