Tinwoodman
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith
(Steven B. Smith), Cleveland, OH
Bluebells and forget-me-nots
old sun new risen
goldfinch glow
old sun new risen
goldfinch glow
Bingo Debbie
The low body hum
of caffeine and cannabis
before dawn
Human Consumption
Unknown water
dripping off known roof
tapping at sill
What does it want?
Mexicanmasquera
Heat rises
cold creeps
people lie
You got yr bear
you got yr butterfly
you got yr Pope in the would
Bone dance
birth to death
before and after
Clevelandparis
The silence that's not silence
knows yes from no
knows quicksand of maybe
abyss of never
the endless of now
I go from room to room
time follows
Beatnik Tea
Republicans
are burning books in Texas
killing folk in Tennessee
Dark things
grow
fester
Stop Lynching
In dim light
as evening evens day and night
silence thick with signal
distant traffic
burbling fish tank
clocks ticking
sleeping dog's dream barks
and the ever-present slow hiss of reality
ringing in my ears
Be careful what you don't say
it might define you
Snagproof
The possibilities are endless
depends who's looking when
or where
it's a joke
a circus
and I'm the clown
I can say my way
quite cleverly
but you wouldn't want to be me
ever
though strangely enough
I do
depends who's looking when
or where
it's a joke
a circus
and I'm the clown
I can say my way
quite cleverly
but you wouldn't want to be me
ever
though strangely enough
I do
Super Awesome
Today’s LittleNip:
Such beauty surrounds
yet I stare at the ground
looking for dog shit
—Smith
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Smith is visiting us today with his usual music and color, and we thank him for his many postings across the years, even as “dark things/grow/fester”. We do indeed need to lift our eyes up from the ground once in a while. And be careful what you don’t say . . .
Poetry in Davis has a reading tonight. Click on the UPCOMING POETRY EVENTS page at the top of this column for all the skinny.
And we are all saddened to learn that Sacramento painter/musician/songwriter/CSUS teacher Esteban Villa passed away on May 15. For information about his life, go to www.facebook.com/sacpoetrycenter/.
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that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
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