Benjamin Chew

Wrong side of bed
falling off, surprised to find
wings of heat
flapping at my
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Clear as a window,
overlooking the
park on an autumn
morning;
...

Standing still, silent.
I know who
you are – ground powders
of brown on the mad
...

I don’t know what
you’re saying, it
sounds strange to me
that you might be
...

Unknown.

Forced into strangled silence
and wheeling around the
...

Lying on the cool floor
staring at the fluorescent
above.
...

Life mirrors the empty;
cloaks of caffeine and useless fangle,
relented murmurs and
groans.
...

He smiles.

Craggy, grey-skinned -
toothless - he circles his darkened lips with his
...

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Beams of morning, like
phallic interruptions in virgin sleep, rape the warm
sheets of black - stirring songs of
birds - welcoming another day.
...

No grace, a single
soul in torment;

alone in the chapel, alone -
...

Welcome to hell

a cursed vocation in a messed
up world, devoted to the
...

Instant noodles in a blue bowl,
gentle whiff of tangy spice,

flavours that only mama can make,
...

Yesterday.

The bright red of the petals by the window turned
russet dark, gloomy burgundy.
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No bottle
in hand, no cig nor needle -
yet eyes still bleed
with blurry daze and endless
...

Holy stench.

Rusty blade mingled with rotten fish, tinge of dried
semen
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