Ben Heins: The Poetic Side
Sample Poems

NEW STUFF:

    
The Five People You Meet in the Pub on Main, Sara's Room,
          and "Campus Suicide After Leaked Nude Photos"
          (Quail Bell Magazine, 2015)
     Misleading Poem and Time Bans the Word "Feminist"
          (Penumbra, 2015)
     Thoreau's Flight to Alaska, 2015 (Spank the Carp, 2015)
     Dallas (Hawai'i-Pacific Review, 2014)
    
OLDIES-BUT-GOODIES:

     from Greatest Hits & B-Sides: Ben Is, Untied, and Exit
          (The Battered Suitcase, 2009)
     from Greatest Hits & B-Sides: Where Len Lies and
          Haiku for Allentown (Wild Violet, 2008)

     from Cut Me Free: "Music of the Downed Balloons"

               A dead boom, random,
               sometime before dawn

               as fog swept, trafficless,
               scissors snipped,

               cropped a second,
               third, and if

               the pink-pearl
               bodies weren’t plucked

               by rush hour, mid-day
               they'd lay, soul-sucked,

               mashed in the grass.
               Bear witness to such sins:

               Birthdays, fire halls, businesses –
               soon every corner

               became a graveyard
               emanating a raw

               latex odor, leaving
               in wake the happy spirits

               of orange, blue puffed cheeks,
               green, gold skin reduced

               to a haphazard splatter,
               a knot and a string

               singing to someone,
               anyone, Cut me free.

     from Cut Me Free: "I've Got This Grin You'll See from Space
          When You Come Down"

               I've got this big ol' grin you'll see from space
               when you come down. I'll bet you anything
               you're still alive, no matter what they say.

               I'll wait for you all night
I just can't sleep
               our cat, Ezekiel, will be here, too,
               when you come down. I'll bet you anything

               you'll spot my flashlight S.O.S. and you
               could read another story, brush my hair.
               Our cat, Ezekiel, will be here, too,

               just rocking in my arms. I hear the stairs –
               they start to shake and creak – if only I
               could read another story, brush my hair

               without your voice, your touch, to be my guide.
               But hey, guess what? I see the stars and know
               they start to shake and creak – if only I

               could pull them loose and find you in the snow.
               I've got this big ol' grin you'll see from space.
               But hey, guess what? I see the stars and know
               you're still alive, no matter what they say.

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