Choices
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH
77-yr-old bones going 80 in a 70 zone
stopping to piss
at the dead-end street to nowhere
stopping to piss
at the dead-end street to nowhere
Yesnomaybe
CLIFF NOTES
Life is like the leaves—
breath and chance and sweet romance
in and out we weave
Finish my coffee
feed the cat to stop her squeak
fix her wanting wheel
My progress raises
some questions of gestation
and delivery
I figure that grass
is herbal meditation
for slowing the fast
While coffee's flowing
liquid speed in legal form
sanctioned by the law
But that's just within
what's the jive around and bout
out in nature's hood
Spring sprungs from brown ground
first pinks and yellow sparkles
then the reds and whites
Summer steeps in sun
lazy licks and likes and fun
with your special one
Fall autumn red leaf
yellow tree drops one gold tear
grass green with envy
Winter smacks us low
nasty ice and biting snow
nowhere nice to go
Life is like the leaves—
breath and chance and sweet romance
in and out we weave
Finish my coffee
feed the cat to stop her squeak
fix her wanting wheel
My progress raises
some questions of gestation
and delivery
I figure that grass
is herbal meditation
for slowing the fast
While coffee's flowing
liquid speed in legal form
sanctioned by the law
But that's just within
what's the jive around and bout
out in nature's hood
Spring sprungs from brown ground
first pinks and yellow sparkles
then the reds and whites
Summer steeps in sun
lazy licks and likes and fun
with your special one
Fall autumn red leaf
yellow tree drops one gold tear
grass green with envy
Winter smacks us low
nasty ice and biting snow
nowhere nice to go
Gapland
Close your eyes
listen to the footsteps
going someplace unseen
listen to the footsteps
going someplace unseen
Which Side Up
I keep shuffling along the lines
of should and shouldn't
can't or won't
do and don't
adding sizzle to the fizzle
bizzle to the bone
especially where the where and why and when
not yet known
As Above, So Below
Whatcha got?
you got this
you got that
you got your in-between
but what's it mean
waiting for the shit tsunami to hit
plucking pearls from pus
glad for this
over that
dark on ought
awaiting plot
you got this
you got that
you got your in-between
but what's it mean
waiting for the shit tsunami to hit
plucking pearls from pus
glad for this
over that
dark on ought
awaiting plot
Quantum Tunnel
I'll have you know my yes is right
the world's piss poor yet quite a delight
after storms rainbows glow
out of shit magic mushrooms grow
the world's piss poor yet quite a delight
after storms rainbows glow
out of shit magic mushrooms grow
Tooo
Back from road trip
with nary a poem
strange
with nary a poem
strange
The Two of Us
DEVOLUTION
We pull from water to land
land to tree
tree to you and me
with but small change
always fighting, fleeing
eating, sleeping
procreating
repeating
me first
you last
mine matters
you but rung on ladder
to get me higher
or snack to slow monster
so I get away faster.
Yet we link atoms
ply plastic
weave wampum
fan tastic
walk on moon
braid electron
split light
site elastic
and lie with ease
we are our own disease.
We come from oneness
in probability plane
yet grab for space
in none numbness
entangle time
demand spotlight
trample tribe
hold tight
to special someness.
This poem is mine
but I didn't write it
I'm just ink
to help you sight it
if cows were kings
and kings but coy
I'd ride my remorse
and become a coyboy
Radiate
Today’s LittleNip:
Driving fast
on a donut tire
hoping for the best
—Smith
___________________
—Medusa, thanking the incorrigible Smith for his poems and lovelies-to-look-at today—as he says, we’re all hoping for the best!
Click on Medusa's UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html) for details about NorCal events tonight and about other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week. Today there’s Third Thursdays at noon in the Sacramento Library; a workshop at 5:30pm in Cameron Park; Poetry in Davis tonight; and one of the last readings for Poetry Unplugged at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento, 8pm.
Driving fast
on a donut tire
hoping for the best
—Smith
___________________
—Medusa, thanking the incorrigible Smith for his poems and lovelies-to-look-at today—as he says, we’re all hoping for the best!
Click on Medusa's UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS (http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html) for details about NorCal events tonight and about other future poetry events in the NorCal area—and keep an eye on this link and on the Kitchen for happenings that might pop up during the week. Today there’s Third Thursdays at noon in the Sacramento Library; a workshop at 5:30pm in Cameron Park; Poetry in Davis tonight; and one of the last readings for Poetry Unplugged at Luna’s Cafe in Sacramento, 8pm.
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