Penciled In Poetry http://penciledin.com/wp Poetry read and written by Benjamin Daniel Lawless Wed, 01 Sep 2010 03:23:26 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 An in-depth look at Benjamin Daniel Lawless\' work as a poet. Every episode he reads one of his poems and then discusses the motivations and back story of the poem. Poetry read and written by Benjamin Daniel Lawless Benjamin Daniel Lawless poetry, inspiration, art no Benjamin Daniel Lawless ben@penciledin.com Penciled In Poetry – Episode One http://penciledin.com/wp/?p=873 http://penciledin.com/wp/?p=873#comments Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:03:42 +0000 Benjamin Lawless http://penciledin.com/wp/?p=873 Welcome to Penciled In Poetry, a twice weekly podcast about my poetry.  This episode I read and discuss “As she begged me to slow down,” published in my book There Is Nothing Poetic About Fish.

As she begged me to slow down

The car flipped, we exchanged ground for sky,
and in that second, you and I
found the truth more solid than ever before.
My right hand gripped yours,
the left white-knuckled the steering wheel,
and the autumn sun tiptoed through the windshield like
a disco-ball slow dance on fire.

Baby, the truth is,
sometimes we’re a forty car pileup
and nothing will ever fix that.

]]> http://penciledin.com/wp/?feed=rss2&p=873 0 Welcome to Penciled In Poetry, a twice weekly podcast about my poetry.  This episode I read and discuss “As she begged me to slow down,” published in my book There Is Nothing Poetic About Fish. As she begged me to slow down The car flipped, we exchanged ground for sky, and in that second, you and I found the truth more solid than ever before. My right hand gripped yours, the left white-knuckled the steering wheel, and the autumn sun tiptoed through the windshield like a disco-ball slow dance on fire. Baby, the truth is, sometimes we’re a forty car pileup and nothing will ever fix that. Welcome to Penciled In Poetry, a twice weekly podcast about my poetry.  This episode I read and discuss “As she begged me to slow down,” published in my book There Is Nothing Poetic About Fish. As she begged me to slow down The car flipped, we [...]