Poems of Ben Ohmart


Poems of Ben Ohmart

    There once was a lim'rick named Sid
    who fell off his bike when a kid
    the infection grew worse
    and death was too cruel to be instantaneous
    his mother tried to get him to drink milk
    but it made his mouth taste of boiled eggs

    but he died while reading
    The Amazing Spider-Man
    he'd finished the issue,
    but all comics are series
    so it was tragic in its way



Poems of Ben Ohmart

    this song was playing and playing
    at the store where I was shopping

    what the hell's the NAME of it?!



Poems of Ben Ohmart

    my cat made clumps in her box
    this was before the scoopable kind
    yet it came out whole when i picked it up
    no wonder she always looked so proud
    tail in the sunlight; ahead of her time



Poems of Ben Ohmart

    I waited for my honey for about 42 hours
    I knew she wasn't going to show
    She'd been dead too many years



Poems of Ben Ohmart

    word processors and 800 numbers
    i draw you a bath, you ask me to leave
    before stepping in, phone on your face,
    we converse once you're under the bubble blanket
    the kids, bills, corporate ladder rungs, films never time for
    plugging in, my laptop makes a weird sound, i ask
    you to repeat and i look at you. see the tile of the wall
    behind you. i throw in a science fiction question,
    just to test, you introvert yourself, laptop leaps
    off the corner of the sink. you sizzle and shake
    and the perm comes natural for a change
    and i thank Atheist for the information age



Poems of Ben Ohmart

    a red indian followed me
    all the way home from school
    mom was worried. made him
    wipe his skins before coming in
    she showed him her checkbook
    and dad said I should take him
    into my room to look at the
    Duran Duran posters, but I cried
    after a little while, running out,
    whispering to mom
    what I'd been asked to do
    she told dad out loud and he
    smiled a condescending face,
    taking me back to my room
    said "have your way" to him
    tried to fumble with my pants
    I protested, dad said, "son,
    we owe these people so much"



Ben Ohmart believes in writing to entertain. He does it well. Evidence lies in the numerous stories and poems in journals and online -- including Black Bear Review, Sink Full of Dishes, Parthenogenesis, Skidfish, Holy Temple of Mass Consumption!, 10 Things Jesus Wants You To Know, Feh! and The Iconoclast. Ohmart also produces screenplays, four last year. Currently he is writing films, with hopes of having one done in Malaysia soon, and is also trying to break into the prison of television. He's white, 26, single and loves British comedy. He lives in Boalsburg, PA, right next to PSU, and enjoys watching rabbits eat his garbage.