Archive | November 2014

Dead Dry Plaza

Forty degrees on Sunday
in the empty centre of
the desert city,
swigging on a cold bottle
alone at the café table,
battling self-pity,
envisioning the bodies
that moved here on
that Friday when I
met you by the bar and
and out we stepped
together here,
and as the vultures circle
overhead and I breathe
the dusty humid air,
I wonder where you are,
who you’re with and
if you even care.

– Lennie Bezwik


Last Friday

dim bar
caught up in the buzz of the bar
I let the poison bring out the beast in me,
pour me another señora,
dim lights and dim-coloured jars of lager
amidst the smiles, movement
and laughter of otherwise
hard-grafters beautifully reducing
ourselves to dimwits to
turn down the dimmer switch of the
light that burns the eyes on
Monday mornings and rots the
fibre of the soul until
Friday evenings when click click
bang bang, we shoot down the demon
of drudgery and step outside of
the dungeon and out into the sky
that starts at our feet and carries on
up into the clouds and beyond the stars,
tonight I’m gonna be infinite too
as I cast my gaze over you
and gravitate towards your body and
struggle to keep my distance,
I let the poison bring out the beast in me
with my words slurring I’m ridiculous,
waking up the next morning
thinking that I’ve probably fucked it all up,
I said silly things, I got too touchy,
I pushed you away when I just
wanted you to love me.

– Lennie Bezwik

i ran

from a small remote town on
the banks of the narrow river,
cold water running over fresh
grey rocks and white houses
facing the water in ascending
rows that stretch onwards and
upwards across the sloping
green mountains, I ran.

I ran at a calm and steady pace,
knowing that the hills would
only get steeper and the body
would only grow heavier and
the pain would only burn stronger
as on and on I go and leave
the dreamy morning town
behind me, I ran.

I ran amongst other runners
and felt everything that
they felt but none of us heard
anything except for the guardian
angel voice tucked deep away
inside the cores of each of our minds,
deafening us from all
surrounding sound, I ran.

I ran as my mind and body battled,
the body crying stop,
the mind screaming to carry on,
yelling for victory and rallying the limbs
to carry on until finally they embraced,
the dominant mind seducing the
submissive body and
becoming one, I ran.

I ran past the coast and
welcomed the deep blue breeze that
kissed my skin as the distant finish
line grew larger in size with every breath
and on I ran as the inner beast inside me
roared my battered body towards
the old town hall where crowds gave us
love and wanted nothing in return.

– Lennie Bezwik

Pure Night

sweeter now that the air is
damp and silent and my friends,
those raindrops those pure little oceans,
lay on the other side of the window in
the stillness of the night.

old boy in the flat below plays his
music loud and I hear nothing except
for the distant warm buzz of the baseline,
humming from beneath these
wooden floorboards.

empty is the night, purified from all
the troubles of the drudgerous day,
as clear and empty as the empty cans of
beer at the bottom of the rubbish bag
that hangs in the corner.

and every star smiles down upon
the millions of street lamps that light
the roads that join the towns and cities
and glow from space like diamonds
scattered across the murky canvass.

– Lennie Bezwik

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