Daniel Bennett

 

 

 

Ride The Amazing Cobra!

Everything is in the open now:
there you are, pinned up high
like clothes thrashing on a line,
and cry, scream, or hide your eyes
there’s no getting off. Gravity
strums at lower nerves, imagine
a plane wobbling in turbulence,
a happy poisoning. The rails
play out like a xylophone of bone,
and death is the arbitrary gift
of a childish god, who has yet
to learn mercy or tolerance,
or the simple beauty of your life.

But that feeling that this
might well be it, is half the fun
and as you whip and turn
spin, and scream, you reach out
for someone else’s hand
even though they’ve been a stranger
for, oh, well, a number of years now.

 

 

 

 

Daniel Bennett was born in Shropshire and live and work in London. His poems have appeared in a number of places, most recently in Structo, The Stinging Fly and The Manchester Review. He is also the author of the novel All the Dogs. You can find him online at https://absenceclub.wordpress.com/ or @AbsenceClub

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