Whoa..


Take this shy smile
and give it meaning.
Show that intellectual standard
that makes you pause overlong
as you contemplate sincerely
how not to sound like a tape recorder
spitting out the same words, repeated.
They call that stilted but we know better, don’t we?
We dyslexics know all about finding our “words”

Take that stubborn twitch
refusing, to wear footwear
that isn’t comfortable or familiar.
Show that gaze of thinking
while you withhold, with all due apology,
some bit of you kept secret.
Let those restless fingers wander
as you wonder about people
while trying to pay attention
to inane questions
like what color would you be,
if you had to choose.

Let that river flow, as only you know
just how taxing a soul, can make bitter payment.
Harsher than a summer sun.
When it’s good it’s golden
when it’s not..it’s crucification.
Simple dreams become mountains
when a camera never blinks
or gives you permission
to be somewhat human
in dignity.
Mr Reeves, you make me like you.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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