Dawn to Dusk
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH
MAPPING MOEBIUS
The acute angles
aren't as attractive as they once were
Wife and I rise before dawn
to head start wend
Pain persists
but as they say, that's life
We sit in dark and cold with cat
trying to remap wen
At least the coffee works,
first sip hot soothes old cold
We know now and new and soon
bring busted bits of when
Was is part of is,
now partitions next
We step in steps stepped before
on track unseen
Time inlaws to tomb,
and always wins
Moebius we go up and down
‘round around again
Questioning Hand
LIKE CANDY ON ICE CREAM
Like Candide's best of all possible worlds
I lick my like from lit of wit
and why the worry ways of ruling rats
Like Wallace Steven's Emperor of Ice Cream
I take in tacky death
of horny heels and hopeful hellos
Like Candy on ice cream
her nipples pearled pert
we hump in happy horizontal
Like the constant lice of American dream
scum encrusted, yellowed
I yearn for debugging powder, ponder
Like good on bad and bad on worse
I burn for light and love
in lieu of this miss called is
Dead End
WALL STREET
Pushing through the night
Eastward to the moon
Not yet risen,
False dusk of reason dons
Its mantis mating respectability
Sans honor, self or soul.
Money talks of dawn, damns
The discarded husk of culture
And enlightens genes for green,
Without the warranty.
Remove to Measure
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
You can befuddle a dog
by throwing a stick
You can confuse a cat
by dangling a string
And you can distract people
by mentioning money
Many Adrenaline
ORIGINAL CINEMA
Small signs of logic pool to larger sockets,
Sprocket rules of flow
Autumn snap cracks cross
Yes no boundary, now then grime
And the even Steven myth
Add in :
Coffee rotation
Bee pollen white crystal
Hotel Babylon
One million years TV
Suburban life halfsounds
Fungus eyes
Hotdogs with blood and pus
Artists of perpetual perception
Fat bottom womyn in glass bottom boats
Nature and man gone wrong
And this war of little mist
And reefer sticks
Stones
The two-soul sham
Of wham bam action ma'am
(long way virgin slim to glass ceiling fan)
This bad-boy business nuzzles
Nose near own navel lint
Bug belly blood in amber
Waves of shame
Dinosaur dregs dynamo hum
Blood rough ready rumble
Reflecting clone,
Trade in tiny tins
Liberty's filthy whore Profit
Loss enough for now
Brand New Nono
NEW YEAR DAY ONE
Same earth, same sun,
same day night dance renamed
with new number lugging
old need for rent
old aches
pains
joy
new wrapped in old game
so Happy Same Thing With New Name
carrying mold debts
old wepts
regrets
steps
and dead pets
We are what we are,
what we carry on
Growth Curve
SLIPKNOT
Meet me in the meat lane
I'll be lambing up the chops
trying to chase the safe
and not the not
laminating lamentations
crying up the crop
slipping slide relations
in cut of guardian knot
never wanted to fuck my mother
didn't want daddy dead
actually loved my younger brother
before he blew off his head
they're all gone and yet remain
in my side of am
none of this of course germane
to jiggle jelly jam
Sleep Slides
POLITICAL POTTY
You don't miss your dirt till the ground runs wet
Don't scuff your shoes till the hounds are let
Don't pay for those until these are gone
Don't use condoms in hope of more spawn
They say east is west and orange new black
Yet forget the fact that tack lacks slack
But talk enough in their double tongue
Reveals true depth by showing none
Stop is go and go gone got
It's been a lie all along
They change the words after every scene
And claim it didn't mean a thing
The shallow end's too deep for them
These minimal unmemorable men
With yes or no slides so for pay
Who yea what they’ve been told to say
Next time sure they'll get it right
And swear for rare that they'll play fair
Yet it's Three-Card Monte every night
Hide this under that right here over there
Stop is go and go got gone
It's been a lie all along
They change the words after every scene
And claim it didn't mean a thing
Been fooled for once, been fooled for twice
Be thinking this stinking fooling ain't nice
(For music by Peter Ball and word&voices by Smith, go to
www.reverbnation.com/mutantsmith/song/18891505-political-potty)
The Other Side
Today’s LittleNip:
—Smith
TRIAGE
They say
save those who weep
and I reply yes
and no...
do save those who weep for others,
but let the selfweeps go.
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Many thanks to Smith (Steven B. Smith) for his fine poems and visuals today! Don't forget that James Lee Jobe will host The Other Voice in Davis tonight, 7:30pm, featuring The Poets Quartet. 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.
Today is the beginning of Chinese New Year 2018, the Year of the Dog (which I share with Donald Trump). For some wonderful photos (scroll down to the pandas!), go to www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5395601/The-Year-Dog-Chinese-celebrate-2018-Lunar-New-Year.html/.
—Medusa, wishing you Gung Hay Fat Choy!
Hang On!
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