Deep Sea Poem / Dead end Water

Deep Sea Poem / Dead end Water


The sea lies on her back barking against the stars.
In her depths that know no mirrors
passes a torchlight procession of fish,
eyeless mobs of loners and amoebas.

In this stodgy darkness
the ugly aerial root of logic
could never find a bottom
because echoes devoured it before
it could ennerve the waters.

The sun is a strange vegetable there.
Dreams know beginning nor end.

On the clouded trapezes of the rocks
only weed gyms. Here lamentations,
undelivered letters, suicides
and orphaned eyes converge in a ancient
rite of wreckage music.

And if you listen closely
you can hear time itself sobbing slowly;
at the bottom that no one ever perceived,
pictures the devil took of our dreams.



The quay dawns. Ships snore on the waves.
You carry me away in the old, creaking sloop of your mouth.
Into the yoke of another time.

Into the treacherous velvet of snow.
Into the breath of dogs finding each other again
in rotten leaf groves or reefs.
Don’t break me, carry me far.

Become my
dead-end water. I want to be the echo
of articulations in your boots, under
breaking ice. I want to sink the boat of

my youth in the faithless wakes of your eyes
that constantly refuse to provide mewith a familiar palate.

Martijn Benders – Both from ‘Karavanserai’, 2008, soon available
in my collection ‘The Book of the Poems’.

By their shhhroom shall ye know them

M.H.H. Benders is a most recognised poet of his generation, a student of the universal mycelia,  Amanita Sage and mycotherapist. He wrote seventeen books, the last ones at the Kaneelfabriek.

He is currently working on the second volume of the SHHHHHHROOM series of books about mushrooms and the Microdose Bible, which is an activation plan to restore your true identity coming next year. Keep in touch!

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