Four Fates
—Poems and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH
SATAN'S APPLE
Sitting on a sinkhole
making out a list
knowing Satan's apple
falls not far from this
hoping good and evil
goads medieval salvage
setting soul retrieval
to stop this shitful slogging
nostril deep
in creep
hoping for clear water
all
in spite of it
and oughta
sun goes down
moon goes up
rich men profit
poor more loss
Johnny Crash
21ST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN
I've got certified rats in my rafters
Of legally voided mind waste
So excuse please these cancerous laughters
This spewing of petrified paste
Vague seekings through demented hereafters
I can't find my mind's been misplaced
Electron wails mournful my nay brain
Err trails its zinc aftertaste
This drivel due mad jolting sane pain
Embraces thy sameness posthaste
Dying I burp up my madness again
I can't find my mind's been misplaced
of when of where of what am i o god of whom of why
for seeketh then thou me thou see the be that thou belie
Shadows Known
THE PARSE & SHUFFLE
Salamanders are moist and sticky
regenerate limbs
the only vertebrate to do
I'm sweating sticky moist
Mom said I regenerated my foreskin
I am not a salamander
What I need to regenerate
is my child-eye innocence
to view true again
Decades dull the edge
scar the heart
off the aim
The door perceived
I cannot reset see
I am experienced
I sit in the dark
watch the traffic light change
bet on the color
Vector Analysis
NOONTIDE MIDNIGHT
Beware people with
Small heads
Big mouths
Bigger teeth
For they bugger ethics
Oil small boys
Soil
Dark questionables
Vestments drenched
In unholy liquid
Tears rise
Cry
Through my dry
Ness
It’s noontide midnight
Gossamer chalk-line fault
Cherry red siren on top
Whip cream wagon waiting
For the sauce
Right lane ends ahead
Wrong lane continues
Plum Delight
LOVE, LUST & ATLANTIS
Big cups of American coffee cheat rent
White bread rat dead
She and he honkeys
Random willed sex smiles
Eco eat spun doc wet work
Paid by skin inch
Collective shoals hustle bush
Shapes shadow symbol
Vargas vaginas piss shit shower shave
Customized codes of conduct
Sheep indivisible suckle our young
On the teats of the old
Dewey without decimal
Rather India-inked Indians
Than dead-baby truth
Missed and Mr. P.R. Clone
Dildo ditto dodo
Mime mind
Sheep asleep
Next dead guy to cum along
Arguments amongst the monks
Broken soul mesa, America
No desire
No fire
No fur
Reincarnation
NEKRO FILLY
Oh my baby's cold, stiff as a board
Growing mold but she's all I can afford
Her skin's kind of blue where it ain't all green
When I do my do I first have to clean
She holds me tight in rigor mortis
Cools the hare upon my tortoise
Doesn't judge me bad or good
Lets me lick her unhealthy food
Nekro Filly ahhhh she's my fancy
Lay around she get antsy
Spiders and crickets crawl her within
Magic mushrooms grow from her skin
Gal of few words, she's my stare-down queen
Her hardness of heart being taken for mean
Her decaying toxins glow in the dark
Her dry dust flesh is fearful of spark
She keeps me cold in the hot of summer
Unless in sun she too long lingers
Then her smell well it becomes bummer
She wastes away her must-ever slimmer
Go Thee...
DAILY DO DONE DID AGAIN
"Whatcha doin'?"
Walking the wheel.
"Why ya walkin'?"
Cuz that's the deal.
This daily dance in the gravity well
you think perchance it's our hell?
Do it once
do it twice
do it every day
for life
We work this walk ’til warp reweaves
our daily take on earth's unease
There's wheel involvement
weighing the waste
realignment
and training our taste
Till bitter wind of yesterday gone
it's up to us to right the wrongs
So dampen bile
share your light
smile that smile
defeat this tripe
Or grump and groan and beef and moan
and walk a harder tone
Do it for Mister Rogers
do it for Dr. Seuss
do it cuz you oughter
do it for good use
Loopland
Today’s LittleNip(s):
Bad brakes
bone breaks
body aches
Zero miles
a half a tank
a lot more ways to go
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CANNIBAL SALIVA
Marijuana and Mozart on a Sunday morn
Plethora of complacencies
Of tongue, beard, bush
Poets fall down.
Dream
Drown
A la mode
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It’s time for Smith again (Steven B. Smith), hot on the airwaves (heatwaves!) from Cleveland! And a big thank-you to him for, as usual, waking us up on a Friday with his sharp-edged poems and visuals.
Tonight in Davis, Sue and Stephen Daly will read at The Other Voice, which is happening at 7:30pm in the Unitarian Universalist Church on Patwin Road. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about this and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.
—Medusa, celebrating poetry that plays with rhythms and sounds!
Octosmith
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