It's a simple game
reality tries to break me
I try not to be broken
Doing the DNA dance
I want this
it wants that
we usually do that
though sometimes I say
:Kiss my this:
and that's that
Fix is in
original sin
is the yeast inside us
reality tries to break me
I try not to be broken
Doing the DNA dance
I want this
it wants that
we usually do that
though sometimes I say
:Kiss my this:
and that's that
Fix is in
original sin
is the yeast inside us
prta
My mother is Sisyphus
my father is Sisyphus
their spawn is Sisyphus
Going to have that tattooed
on my forehead
in long strokes of iridescent ink
with black light fluorescents
flashing LEDs
alternating rhythms
in subtle leave-me-alone tone
Tomorrow
Right now I polish my weep
and creep from sleep with caution
As one once said who knows
"So it goes"
Take 3 sips of water
ahhhhhh
Go for more
see 3 dead flies on bottom
I'm speck
stuck in larger speck
speculating on what specs
run this bloody show
because no matter how I go
it's strictly no show logic-wise
at least for brain my size
not that size matters
when you're dealing with the old
rich and white fatters
their madhatters
their sadders
how thin
can I stretch skin within
in this land of factual fracture
Driving into city haze
on cold concrete maze
the ill of affluence
oozing to confuse us
our pockets empty
our wantings sense-free
heavy in tempting
darkness and loss
concrete covering moss
as far as I can see
wisest lifeforms are the trees
we should kneel before them
Boneyard Blues
Nausea gnaws at ya
that's why it's called nausea
But that's the way it is
I get angry at others' thoughtless
as I thoughtless myself
But that's the way it is
Like to say life is fair
and trouble rare
But that's the way it isn't
Is and isn't was and why
all traffic in lie
As ever was and will be
TVshadow
Old black she-cat
asleep on mantle
high up safe
Exploding grow puppy
sleeping on couch
dreams of catching cat
Wife sleeps in hammock on deck
exhausted by puppiness
and escaping cat
My lids open
I look in longing
at their eyeless eyes
Do I flight in fluster
or float within the wind
the water
the weary
the wonderful
flout it all
they call me silver-haired surfer
I ride the undecided
roll the rock
watch it go
again
again
again
each time slight new subtle
in spin
drift
if
if
so strange
implies this or that
but more at
between i and f
endless
there's me
there's you
there's them
uninfinite pov's
none right
all wrong
none wrong
all right
if you meet the baby Buddha
on the road
wipe his bottom
Today’s LittleNip:
I burnish my image
unbutton its back
slip in
—Smith
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—Medusa, with thanks to rocker Smith (Steven B. Smith) for today’s fine poetry and visuals!
A reminder that
Rhony Bhopla and Miriam Ahmed
Rhony Bhopla and Miriam Ahmed
will read in Davis tonight, 7pm.
For info about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
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(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
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Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
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For info about this and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!