Space-Time Continuum
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith,
Cleveland, OH
I often know when I'm in the where
seldom where I'm in the when
But mostly it's duck water, dark dollars
and turtles all the way down
Plus broken mirrors and ballerinas
in shadow-sun rerun
They say they're hooks to hang your hopes on
not nooses for the neck
Yet here I endure another day
mostly bone unbroken
seldom where I'm in the when
But mostly it's duck water, dark dollars
and turtles all the way down
Plus broken mirrors and ballerinas
in shadow-sun rerun
They say they're hooks to hang your hopes on
not nooses for the neck
Yet here I endure another day
mostly bone unbroken
Bar None
Flies arriving for new dead snake
flies feasting on old dead worm
life goes on
Skydrop
It's a two-poo morning
how many pounds bagged dog shit
carried past two years?
Nightlight
That side glass
fat mama raccoon and her half-grown
cavort in dark on deck
This side
black cat crouch
low throat growling
Redeye Kilowatt
It's all about dolphins and endorphins
the purpose and the porpoise
creeping dusk
balmy weather
fireflies
it's not eat or be eaten
but endless eat and eaten roundabout
my job
is to lie myself to tomorrow
Subset
Iridescent blue-green flies
gobbling rotting meat
beauty on the beat
Crosscrack
You know of course
eventually
a tire blows
or sparkplug fades
wheel wobble
or bad oil grade
does you in
in spite of spin
and flounce
in for a penny
in for an ounce
I got 99 monkeys
yet no circus sound
inside this hourglass
of runrealfastdown
Ee Only
We know
thanks to postcards from the end
it's not destination
it's the journey
the getting
not the gone
which makes me think
Sisyphus must be one happy dude
blessed by endless doing
never done
always on way up
before failing down
never reaching boardroom
to piss its gold-plated toilet
no kissing ass or playing blind
just rolling rock in endless climb
with time to enjoy view
as failure falls
in sparkle of downward dew
no worry
no warts
except (as always)
hurt for the heart
Exit Light
Today’s LittleNip:
It's a good day
when the cop lights
go the other way
—Smith
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Good morning, Smith (Steven B. Smith), writing to us all the way from Cleveland and reminding us that it’s all duck water and dark dollars as we slouch toward Babylon. (And don't forget the turtles.) Always sharp poetry, always sharp visuals. Thank you, Steven!
There are readings around here tonight: Poetry Unplugged at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento; Poetry Night In Davis (featuring Charles Halsted and Angela James); and The Muse Exchange Open Mic in Nevada City, featuring Bill Gainer and two rounds of open mic. Click UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS at the top of this column for details about these and other poetry goings-on in the NorCal area.
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—Medusa
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