On The Wall
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH
For the moment
coffee sipped
toke taken
face to sun
redorangeyellow photon glow
through bloodflesh lids
briefly
time slows
reality repents
all is one in one soft flow
sun the charger
me battery
entropy forgotten
As seasons go
I be gone
hanging by my heels
coffee sipped
toke taken
face to sun
redorangeyellow photon glow
through bloodflesh lids
briefly
time slows
reality repents
all is one in one soft flow
sun the charger
me battery
entropy forgotten
As seasons go
I be gone
hanging by my heels
Instructions
Hot black coffee
white cup America
They raise the price
then shrink the package
I
Bad mood brings brood
am I one of the gods
or simple food?
The plants on the deck
drop their flowers
in cold
I look up
five black wires crisscross blue sky
from nowhere to nowhere
Yet red canvas chair
sitting in sun
invites me to seat
Life's a game
you gotta stay to play
(old Tik-Tok Man keeps stalking me)
Entry Level
Unseen crow caw caw calls me
unknown behind trees behind leaves
leaving me with leaf
song of Sisyphus
and the River Jordan's other side
plus of course this slide
from birth
thru rest
to death
yet another fine mess
I've gotten me into
Hyperspace
Life and time
a one-way dead-end street
The outside of the backside
it lingers and it grows
Tribal fire's slight warmth
temporary light against the night
Window haze hiding city
sirens seeping through the woods
Programming on Television Earth
cold souvenir of reality
Wet whispers in the dark
hunger creeping from the heart
Sometimes you hit the mainline
sometimes you don't
It's the maybes that get you
they suck you from your song
Passage
Two sides same coin
obverse tale
Was keeps wooing
till done done doing
Eve's apple unfalling
far from the tree
Her man Narcissist
unsure of we
We're all seeking hi-rez
in low-rent way
Rituals run
punishment and promise in play
Outward
Old bones
ache, break
make for long day
We got birth
we got death
rest is guess
Want and wend
duty and desire
seldom same
How I got
from there to here
I will never know
Seeking happy life
in unhappy world
suggestions accepted
Just One More
Sittin' in dark
rain fallin'
life livin'
The world out there
and the world way out there
whirl within
Faint rooster crow
distant train wail
hope rises
Well Said
Today’s LittleNip:
Walking dog
petting cat
working 8-fold path
Caterpillar dies into butterfly
what about I?
new life, or lie?
—Smith
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Long-time SnakePal Smith (Steven B. Smith) is with us this morning with saddlebags full of poetry and look-sees, and we’re grateful, as always, for his perspective. (What ABOUT that butterfly? New life, or lie?) Anyway, party on, Cowboy! Maybe the best is heading down the track….
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—Medusa
Side-Eye Smith
A reminder that
Third Thursdays at the Library
takes place in Sacramento
at noon today;
there will be a workshop in
Cameron Park later this afternoon;
and William Mohr and Rhony Bhopla
will read in Davis tonight.
For info about these and other
upcoming poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
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(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
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work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
Third Thursdays at the Library
takes place in Sacramento
at noon today;
there will be a workshop in
Cameron Park later this afternoon;
and William Mohr and Rhony Bhopla
will read in Davis tonight.
For info about these and other
upcoming poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
(A cookie from the Kitchen for today):
doctor’s office—
temple of shoulds
