Finding God by Ben John Smith

She asked me
To meditate
In the bath
with her

All i
Could see was
Her boobs
because she
had her eyes
in her search
for inner calm

i was able
to stare at her
floating softly
underneath the
of the water

I started to sweat.

Getting a hard on

the tap is dripping
on my head.

i have a cramp
because im
on the tap side
of the bath

Oprahs voice and
an Indian
Guy telling me
to find a center

to ignore every thing
around me.

find my center

Head sweating

in a splash
i get out of the bath

and leave her
to find god.

that night

She sucks
My dick

And in
My pocket
my iphone
connects to

and Siri says

I don’t understand
what your trying to say.

We all continue
our search for
own ways.

i found him
in your center.


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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