LSD
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith (Steven B. Smith), Cleveland, OH
LOCOMOTION
Snake didn't offer Eve no apple
no
it was a cup of coffee
hot
black
no sugar
that opened their eyes
and they thought
wow, if this forbidden is this nice
what else is there?
and of course soon came
marijuana
tequila
bossa nova
Snake didn't offer Eve no apple
no
it was a cup of coffee
hot
black
no sugar
that opened their eyes
and they thought
wow, if this forbidden is this nice
what else is there?
and of course soon came
marijuana
tequila
bossa nova
Flashback
SUNTIMES
After midnight alley
of serpentine night
up dances sun
Yellow electric line
across bright blue sky
catches eye
Spring growth
slabs of yellow, white, greens, blue
hope
Sun shines down
on cold-hearted humans
rotting in their gold
Sometimes sun
on eye-closed upturned face
is enough
Sit in sun
suck its go
become autotroph
Before
VECTOR GRAPHIC
Sun on face
dog on prowl
creeping myrtle licking feet
Too early
I park in alley
count rats
Warm dirt
cold night
fog
Sun on face
dog on prowl
creeping myrtle licking feet
Too early
I park in alley
count rats
Warm dirt
cold night
fog
After
Plants eat sun
animals eat plants
plants eat us
sun eats earth
while reality eats all
then begins again
or ceases
whereupon we either start over
or pick up the pieces
Each day
the light comes later
the leaves lesser
the sky greyer
the temperature lower
the dark longer
animals eat plants
plants eat us
sun eats earth
while reality eats all
then begins again
or ceases
whereupon we either start over
or pick up the pieces
Each day
the light comes later
the leaves lesser
the sky greyer
the temperature lower
the dark longer
Serious Up
Dirt hides seed
heart holds need
desire grows
Today butterfly
yesterday caterpillar
tomorrow dead
First things first
which hurts worse
life... or birth?
The problem
with people
is people
Let's face it
we're all fucked up
one way or odder
It's always a battle
between the proletariat
and the lariat
Stay in line
or pay the fine
no drifting from the herd
Everyday I make
from wake to sleep to wake
copy? clone? clown?
Magic Mushrooms
Beneath the bridge
in still-warm water
fish wait
for the vibration of the coming train
to rattle the old wooden trestle
shaking down the bugs
from the underside
into the water
for dinner
Monkey Business
DAMAGE CONTROL
Fight or flight?
Flee or fold?
Fuck or feel?
Feed the lizard
or seed the sky?
Bit of both
correct reply.
Nightstorm
Day gone
exhausted
nothing done
sleep
rise tomorrow
do nothing again
Dogs do
you do
I do
we all do
doo-doo
I've stopped giving a fuck
from now on I charge for them
exhausted
nothing done
sleep
rise tomorrow
do nothing again
Dogs do
you do
I do
we all do
doo-doo
I've stopped giving a fuck
from now on I charge for them
Dandelion
Today’s LittleNip:
Bird treasure
shiny bits
left today
to pay
for yesterday's kindness
—Smith
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Here is Smith, visiting the Kitchen in the middle of June, and, as always, we’re so glad to hear from him! Also as usual, LittleSnake is ambivalent about being cast as the Bad Guy—though he does love the attention. See below for snake with coffee, as well as a Quantumized Smith.
Tonight at 8pm, Poetry Night in Davis presents Brian Dempster and Lucille Lang Day in a short (35 min.) Zoom reading at ucdavisdss.zoom.us/my/andyojones/. (Poetry Night is returning to a Zoom reading due to the current heatwave. Host Andy Jones hopes to return to the John Natsoulas Gallery live readings on July 1 for the Emily Hughes reading.)
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—Medusa
Smith Quantumized
“Feed the lizard/or seed the sky?”
“Feed the lizard/or seed the sky?”
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