Limbic Rock
Skin, age and paper
In secret dance disabled
Raisins from the dead.
—Poems, Photos and Artwork by Smith
(Steven B. Smith, Cleveland, OH)
PROMISE LAND
Greyhound-bound
To Tupperware City
Light like liquid Zen
Wars time, tatters tight
As tight asses tie
Meat neat man to kine, kino
Contempt of course
Playing Plato’s barn
Blue bloods
Stabilize fish at 7
Mime the ma’am
Bamboo cathedrals
In wondrous disarray
Just outside real
Where the fat
Flee frantic
Fleece feed the poor
Competing EXIT signs
Dance specific disease
Rude crude
Plus tax
Bouncing Betty’s
Slouching Bethlehem belly
Slips on guilt
& splinters.
am6
STATUS REPORT 259
I hunger within
for the things without,
yet the things without
cannot feed me
for they lack substance.
Crossroads
STATUS REPORT 225
Eat the cookie
drink the coffee
stare the dark
wait the sun
for light to stride the day
Sun will bring the wind
to move the wild grasses
Unseebscene
TRICKLE DOWN
Half a dozen nuthin'
a quarter pound of loss
a bit more downward moving
counting up the cost
eat some processed sugar
standing in the rain
swallow lies of someone
higher up the chain
fill my empty pockets
with lint and empty words
hope I don't get locked up
or put before the sword
whistle past the graveyard
while trying to get a taste
of what the high are hoarding
as I tighten belt at waist
seems this trickle's warm
and a wee bit yellow
why do the rich
have to piss on us below?
Earthmoon
STATUS REPORT 96
Old rich white male noise
kills black skin
buries brown babies
nukes yellow bodies
starves indigenous red
rapes women across rainbow
and worships green
if you're not whiteman with greenback
fuck you
Will You Still Love Me?
TRINITY
Most folk laugh at children
playing with their invisible friends.
Many folk electroshock the insane
for talking to invisible friends.
Yet these same folk go to church
to pay to pray to their Invisible Friend.
Three undone by one.
Bluever
52 BLUES
Blues rocking my notion
Blues quaking my earth
Blues causing commotion
Blues life's afterbirth
Blues empty my wallet
Blues hole in my ace
Blues whatever you call it
Blues winning the race
Blues bogarting boardroom
Blues suffering's shame
Blues heavy in hordes loom
Blues down dirty game
Blues stomping the Savoy
Blues blowing the blame
Blues exploding the convoy
Blues scattershot aim
Blues hoodooing abuse
Blues burgeoning bicker
Blues clogging the clues
Blues secretly snicker
Blues in my pockets
Blues in my hair
Blues my eye sockets
Blues body snare
Blues ain't got a women
Blues got too many gals
Blues darkening domain
Blues breaking my pals
Blues harmonica crying
Blues electric guitar
Blues slow night dancing
Blues wherever you are
Blues just ain't my am
Blues knot nature's load
Blues a late night jam
Blues the midnight crossroad
Blues is selling your soul
Blues is crying your game
Blues is digging your hole
Blues is jazz rhythm rain
Blues sickens the sore
Blues unjustly jisms
Blues unevens the score
Blues happiness imprisons
Blues is the night's shadow
Blues is the day's glare
Blues is good time's widow
Blues but might's blare
Blues dark dank and dripping
Blues ark for the poor
Blues history's shipping
Blues forevermore
(For the recitation with music by Peter Ball, word & voice by Smith, 2010, go to
www.reverbnation.com/mutantsmith/song/8051223-52-blues/.)
Earthrise
Today’s LittleNip(s):
PHILOSOPHY 165
—Smith
Half is what you make it.
All is never there.
Half is what you make it.
All is never there.
Whitewing
______________________
—Medusa, with gratitude to Smith (Steven B. Smith) for his usual irreverence and fine artistry!
—and celebrate poetry!
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