Very Bad Archive
Depression of the Eyes in Buffalo
Benjamin Marquardt
My mind
is littered by stacks of stone walls
and capped by storm heads.
All the wet of this world
fills the cloud above
to mouth-tip.
To lip-top,
the cloud fills my trees with grey;
it stirs, watery, under the skin.
Each finger reaches blindly,
stupefied and soggied,
under the skin.
My sun drips,
and, sprinkling my face sparsely,
burning beneath these eyes,
and leaving blemishes,
it casts memories
into thin butter
and acidity.
Benjamin Marquardt has published another poem since joining on 5/3/09. Read more of Benjamin's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Benjamin's latest works: