[POETRY]

[10/08/25]

Mandatory Grindcore

The First Ten Pages

by Jenkin Benson

“…these everyday contracts weigh more than life…”
—Bucket Full of Teeth

don’t you understand

watching twisted
metal on peacock
with xumo is easy

don’t you fucking get it




frame of the desilvering
   claygarlicknotted   rim
thorncraft   credit limit
dielectric within witnesshole




oh cool the hipunder altground
digital journo has daubed the
dotbizpub with more pastoralia
it’s pleasant to recall that there
is fair englands even in our
other englands




oh shit another episode of
heal squad with maria menounos
just dropped??? for yes???
i want to hear to there




unfortunately i have the animus
of a regional airport that claims
to be an international airport cause
rich canadians often use their
pathetic flaccid dollars to slink
along their smog grateful dead style




i’m listening to this song that
fucks and slaps it’s about broke
people and how they are bad
stupid and unfuckable   unlike
me who is good and smart and
wet and hard




my friend j just discovered
to me that “i have opinion disease”
and that’s fkn buckwilde cause
i am also a j and i obtain the
particuliarment of that illness too




the onions   carmelized
the marxism   vulgar
the age   gilded
the ego   dystonic
the knicker   bocker




well phew damn i am
very relieved to understand
that he does not possess

the data




can you place 8 events*** in chronological order




so much depends on
     a ripped crotch jorts
stained with rude arrabbiata
     veiling the glum balls




preamble to the re
   preambit to oth er
                                    ***mass deaths




leftofcenterrightofthenarsiftofsplendor
   fifthofemmeritchofsintersketchofbidder
      syringeofichoranapestofbemireds




“if your theory is not accessible to the
working masses it is neither revolutionary
nor useful” is a statement you can announce
and/or put on a meme if you think you are the
smartest and most honorable person in the world




i just watched a washpo video about how fans don’t
actually cool you down without aircon it’s just a sensory
illusion caused by increased air velocity and actually it
just further dehydrates you and that’s why i think physics
is ridiculous in a reality that made sense a fan would cool
you off even if the heat was soliciting you




before time began

            there was the

                        hexagonal prism




that e.m.f.ism is a null answer
     it’s a mimic   it’s a sanity
          we could “i,,,i,,,yeah,,,more than one”




that first sip feeling
ordains like an ulfberht
ingelriinging your
parietal (credo in die kraft)




what is this smut that you’re
weeding at   what is this rota
of kiosks   what is this uv icon
that will be indexed at 1pm




fda warns simps to avoid
rostruming off radioactive
crayfish now available
at LLMmart




when i was born the number 1 song in auriclia was:

—thorns twust like plasticcc octogenarian candeyyy
—don’t go skuthlogizing that liquid
—bomboombassstillick




finally   i understand
   clairo is soul music for people
     who hate soul music and good music




this programme is rated TV-ETERNAL14
due to:

            —the fear
—the langue
                  —the smoking




i’m moving to

     philly (plainful)
austin (measeled)
la (accloying)
atlanta (hypernatremic)
boston (beweltered).
portland (oregon)(pharisaic)
denver (mormonesque)
new york (apophanian)
chicago (cordate)




in that premo evening my nose
bled me out of NREM and
i then divulge a diarrhea typhonously
outed from me and that was
probably the punctualest i will ever
get to having a personal page
on the american academy of poets website




imagine it’s risen on us and we’re allowed
to sleep in til 11s and there is only never
responsibilities and the snow has pristined our
optical axis and parent hysteraly uderos
out a single cinnamon role while offering you
sapindaleflesh   you are blind with rage




visited each other’s homes   in naked   overcome
with apparterian disappointment   they decided to
contact as if it were a threat of thee extraordinately
small phallous   sense of jack-deficiency in hand
with kate-pity   disappear into the middles of night

JENKIN BENSON is a graduate student, musician, and poet. New Mundo Press published his debut full-length book of poems are we rocking with this? in August. Publications and music here: https://linktr.ee/jenkinbenson