Benny

If you know Benny, you know.

Benny,

 

Isn’t it funny

a paradox

a paradox

a paradox

What does that word mean again

What doesn’t it mean

the clouds

the clouds

the clouds

They’re ovular and blue

and a pile of them fit in your palm

and slide down your throat

so easily

with a little chaser of

whatever was left in the fridge

And then the clouds

the clouds

the clouds

Or is it rain

Or is it thunder,

that rumbling,

rumble 

rumble

rumble

in my chest

I thought it was my heart

beating

But when will it stop?

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

"If you know Benny, you know." That was my first clue the rest came from your tags and it still took me days to register that "Benny" was not a person like Jack or Mr. Goodman , the only "bennys" I have a cultural reference for.
The first hurdle I had was therefore accessibility, the poem was Greek to me. A Google search has corrected that, but it may be a problem for this poem in general. Note: thanks to your poem I have come to realize Elton Johns' song isn't about an actual person named Benny.
Once in the informational loop I can see the general meaning and arc of the poem. Taken in this light it is well done and thank you for sharing.

[49k_jdys]

Thanks for the review. It's not my finest work, and definitely angsty. I haven't completed a piece of writing in a very long time, and I felt I should let go of that fear by just posting some sort of stream of consciousness...thing. So here we are. Thanks again for reading.

[Delmar Cooper]

I wrote a poem that got published and a reviewer compared it to William Carlos Williams' work. I had heard the name but never read the work so I looked up some of his poetry. Didn't understand why anyone would read it - one about a wheelbarrow made me wonder about the writer's sanity. Guess it shows there is no sure way to judge a poem. When you say it is not your finest work it makes me wonder if even the author knows. Just keep on writing.

[49k_jdys]

Thank you, Mr. Cooper, it means quite a lot.