Two Poems by Eric Tyler Benick

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Two Poems by Eric Tyler Benick

 

 
Fox Hunt

 
Concave and convex
happen simultaneously
 
or so I was told
by a soup bowl
 
May of 1956
Newark, New Jersey
 
lapping both
sides to get full
 
I caught my own reflection in a hubcap
and let my snout decide itself
 
the grocery store
clerk chased me away
             with a broom
 
for standing too close
to his Studebaker
             as children took shots
 
at my tail
with coke bottles
             glass iridescent in hot yellow air
 
and I thought
the city is shit
             and no place for foxes
 

 

 

Fox Hunt

 
People die for
everything
down to
a fucking milkshake
 
Let me at least go
for better carrots
in the super market
quicker dry cleaning or just one rose
 
Let there be soft rain
and drunk senators
wandering into
rabbit traps
 
Let there be blood oranges
on a rod iron table
let there be a woman
at a bay window
 
I am sustainable
there should be more to it
than bone dust
than buzzards
 
more than forgotten
blasphemes
and gold paws
more
 
I am told Mayakovsky died
for something
I’ll have whatever
he’s having
 
I won’t take another winter
sprayed out on
hoarfrost
I want my union
 
If the pheasant becomes
a feast
let me at least
become the bread

 

 

 

Eric Tyler Benick is currently in transit from Portland, OR. to Nashville, TN. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Keep This Bag Away From Children, Alchemy, Souvenir, From Bellingham With Love, and Gap Tooth. His first chapbook, Fox Hunts, was released June of this year by Kitty Cat Stevens Press, a hand-bound bookbindery out of Nashville, at an initial 50 copies. His favorite book of poetry at this very moment is King Me by Roger Reeves. He can be reached at eric.benick@gmail.com for any and all questions pertaining or not-pertaining to: purchasing a chapbook, poems, gamma rays, Seinfeld, student loans, The Godfather (pts. I and II), etcetera ad nauseam.

 

 

 

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