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Thursday, April 21, 2022

This O So Slide

 
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH



Sky fallen white
on cold ground
brand new coloring book

Moon round earth
earth round sun
sun through galaxy
galaxy galloping away
cosmos collapsing

Seek pre-dawn deer
fox, coyote
find frozen tracks
 
 
 
In the Soup
 


Rain drives earthworms
onto asphalt
the birds feast

Faint halfmoon in sky
looks like CGI
 
 
 
Spring Cleaning
 


Some eat
others get eaten
and round go round we go

The rich feast
while poor fade
to fighting weight

Yet right now
this very moment
it's a 3-deer day with 5 geese honking
 
 
 
Devil or Angel
 


Guru Gurdjieff
caught brown birds
and painted them yellow
to sell as canaries
to finance his expedition
to buy a book on spiritual truth

True or not
it's true
 
 
 
Who Indeed
 


SISYPHUS SERVED

Suns set. Love hunts. Finds form.
Feels fail. Suns rise. Love hurts.
Fails form. Fuels frail. Repeat.

This is the adventure,
the seeking,
the fear of finding finish.

Final find found me,
fine adventure continues
in loon moon liquid.
 
 
 
Human Menace
 


IN LINE OF LOGIC

Stopped sipping at the green of grass
as summer slipped to fall
and fell to winter.

The burdened light is heavy with intent,
its walking way a looking
over shoulder.

The past has neither hand nor hasp
yet grasps in mired path,
says "Told you".
 
 
 
Liftoff
 


THC content
is like IQ
sometimes less is more

Would I still be smoking dope
if I hadn't gone to HIGH school?

I'm a once-Christian
sloppy ex-Buddhist

One thing Pappy taught me
never piss off the wind

Don't complain about aging
you either wrinkle, or you rot

Hard to see the magic
when ugly crud accrues

This o so slow slide of dread
into contentment

If a tree falls across a forest
does sap ensue?

My ass knows the answer
but breath asks anyway

We keep darkness away
by creating, cheating
lying
 
 
 
One-Way
 


Burning dragon's blood to sweeten air
smoking sage to quiet mind
drinking chamomile to soothe soul
searching inner dark for plot's arc
looking for script
cameraman
director
suspecting none
yet one happy stumblebum
blessed with 3 unearned sweeties
cat, dog, wife
in luck-filled adventure-fueled
rainbow life of spice

nice
 
 
 
Candy Apple Now
 


Today’s LittleNip:


I'm a lousy lover
but give good woo

great out of the gate
after I catch em
I don't know what to do


—Smith

____________________

The Smith (Steven B. Smith) has landed today in the Kitchen and has fried up a tasty breakfast for us, and many thanks to him for that! He’s just the cook with the tools to do it, and we’re always grateful for his visits.

•••Today (Thurs., 4/21), 6:30pm, CSUS Festival of the Arts presents Gillian Conoley via Zoom: csus.zoom.us/j/83236444189/. Info: www.facebook.com/events/3196334120692625 AND/OR www.gillianconoley.com/.

•••Also today (Thurs. 4/21), 6-8pm: Sac. Poetry Center presents a special art opening and reception for National Poetry Month, featuring Closer, a group exhibit of “small art” by Sacramento-based artists who use small, often overlooked materials in their work. Each artist’s display includes a blank notebook for visitors to write small poems or other pieces of writing inspired by the art on view. SPC Gallery, 1719 25th St., Sacramento, CA.

•••Also today (Thurs., 4/21), 7-9pm: Poetry Night Reading Series in Davis presents Tess Taylor and Noah Warren at John Natsoulas Gallery, 521 1st St., Davis, CA. Open mic after the readers (one chosen text or three minutes). Host: Dr. Andy Jones. Please mask your vaccinated selves before entering the Gallery. Info: www.facebook.com/events/1763554323979418/?acontext={"event_action_history"%3A[{"mechanism"%3A"group_featured_unit"%2C"surface"%3A"g/.

____________________

—Medusa
 
 
 
Me And Lady
—Visual by Smith
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




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Galaxy Galloping Away