Third Eye Stuck

 Let's Go
—Poetry and Visual by Smith, Cleveland, OH

 

 

My 3rd eye
don't seem to be opening
hit it with a hammer
poke it with a stick
all I get is blood and grit

 

 

 

Startyrday

 

Life is good
a cup of coffee
a fancy hard cookie
a broken neck
opiates to mask the pain
winter maybe going
spring sneaking a peek
to see if it wants to come
in this ruthless political climate
where once was geeze-leave-it-to-Beaver
and his cleavageless June ma
now's junkyard dog ripping your throat
—chewing your spawn
pooping kin
but what the heck
just a phase
nothing to worry about
enough misery and wailing and dying
this too will pass
and some of us will remain
and for awhile
we'll be more thoughtful
do the oughtful
make it fairer
for a . . . while
before the wile returns
and innocent blood fang earns

here we go round the human tree
the human tree the human tree

guess that includes you and me

 

 

 

Guardians

I sail the four C's
concrete, car, caffeine, cannabis
on and off the omnibus

Crash bang brooms gloom
lightens life blooms room
ozones ooze zoom

You die
unless you live

On the other gland
slow'n'quiet's grand
perhaps the better plan

What do I know
I neither stay nor go
way more fade than glow

Living, dying, all a game
won to will, woe to blame

 

 

 

 Do Not Enter

Please mister Proprietor
I can't find Hope
your shelves appear empty
you no longer stock?
has it all been bought?
Or’s out there awaiting reentry?

'Come on kid, don't be a dope
hope's a rope'll kill ya
it's do or die
fake worthy whys
and try try try try try
jolly cash lies'

Guy's got a point
I hate to anoint
it's less leapers I guess
we're meant to bless
than souls repair
and savor

Of course my purse
carries different flavor
bear the pain
work the gain
absolve your guilt
of brain's failure

Most ain't your fault
but rest of arc's alt
you gotta pay for
gather your sufferings
command karma whore
not naughty nothings

Let's head out for more

 

 

 

 This Side Sisyphus

Same Old Sisyphus Told

Get up
start again
roll the wheel for real
round the road
up the hill
down to break in gain
new old pain

but ha!!!
is all in your head
alive and dead
illusions they say
as rent they make me pay
if game of eat I want to play

then there's shelter
plus tax on that
and bread and better
if you're top of the stack
they'll paint your sister
in tart and tramp
make sure your mister
misses champ

words run round
words stack high
words by rich bound in lie

++gods above clods below
choose love or money go

said my piece walk my way
there's never ease for we prey
but what the hey that's the key

gotta try walking lie to lie

I'm flailing here
wailing away
got nothing and way too much to say

 

 

 

 Technofrog Soup

For a lot of folk
I'm the bad side of life
been to prison
got a second wife
used to rob
used to drink
even worse I used to think

once I bet on help hope hot
but that led to Gordian knot
not knot now knot not then
guess we play the game again
as rich scratch itch to suck us dry
controlling who's want and why
and maybe where
who knows
who cares

"I used to" Mother Earth shares
but beware
that's past tense there

back to me
I done my wrongs
when I was young and not as strong
now do less
and so much more
making mess as moral whore

I kill to eat
consume the dead
until becoming meat in end

I used to dread
before my current skinny bones
its few sinews
faint muscles tones
helped me fade the here and gone
parsing foam of poem

don't yet know the end
my friend
no going home alone

shalom

 

 

 

 45678

Muy mucho mas alas
what happens in the brain
stays in the brain

Unfair to judge
way-back-then from right-now
yet I do

I go this way I go that
might be glitter
might be fact

As for the Painesville signs
I don't need them
I know pain

Know there's meat in team
not much team in meat
especially when it's time to eat

 

 

 

 Let There Be Light

Lotta smart people
saying lotta smart things
so why so much dumb come along?

Some sorta reverse curse of Cassandra
where everything they say is wrong
yet everyone believes anyway?

Bottom line

There is
and there is not
plus a whole lot more between

And that's just the beginning

 

 

 

 Winter’s Coming

Today’s LittleNip:

I'm tired and feathered
from turbulent whethers

My coping mechanism
needs coping

Here's hoping


—Smith

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