Meaningless Poem by Ben Olson
This poem, it has no meaning
Just an end, and begining
Isn't Ben, the pens just bleeding
Lines put down, words convening
Images, there's none it's seeming
Just tea-pots, and water steaming
In my head, and then I'm screaming
Words put down, lines convening
Festering, my mind is teeming
Tounging words, these sounds I'm kneeding
This poem-I hope, it has no meaning
It's lines put down, just words convening
-Ben Olson-
9-18-03
Lone Rock
2:50 am