Big Crimes For Big Times

  Well Come
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH

 

 

I have true tales
tall and tender
tumbling me through time

Yesterdays are never gone
part leach into today
the rest stain tomorrow

What kind of flowers do we make
looping around on the interstate?

Rising sun
setting sun
same sun

Got one shoe on, ready to run

 

 

 

 Transactional
                                                                                                        

The lost lettuce and the lettuce gone

I'm a sun bunny
with no money
and lost bunny glow

Dying lighter
dirty pipe
low on weed

Not beaten
not bowed
just a wee bit bent

Call me sum body in sub-money flow

 

 

 

 Upside Down

It's said as fact
Schrodinger's cat knows it's at
but just exactly where is that that?

In my box
horizontal feels good
after upright fight for day

Now night lilac dark, fragrant
as I seek mythical dragon
to soothe plight

Dead cat rotting, live cat well
which one falling, which one fell?

Who's to tell?

 

 

 

 Spring Cleaning

A little danger on the weekends
a little discipline for the workdays

Rounding underpass darkness
of Dead Man's Curve dead car debris
into sudden full Cleveland sun
clouds jumbled majestically
wind temple turbines turning
bad coffee good grass
a long way to go
and right good to be going

Hey brother, can you spare a dead sparrow?
I've got an Armageddon to enforce

 

 

 

 Employees

I mean well
but well has many meanings
of which I am one

A well is deep
dark
wet or dry

We wail
at the Welling Wall
against woe

My wall
may well
be wrong

Thy all
well may
be right

All in all
don't fall
for the small

It don't smell right

 

 

 

 Highwire

Just saw one leaf slow fall
into sunlight and out again

Sun's 4.6 billion years old
earth's 4.5 billion
tree 30 years
leaf a few months
the shadows are ageless
I'm 78

What're the odds?
me go fast in slow lane

 

 

 

 Future Tense

Starlight moonlight sunlight inner light
stage light walking in and out

We lick our mirrors in fear
of wear and tear and tell all tales

Entropy inertia do it later let it fall
run away hide your head fund financial plan

Up breaks down
down's deep is mushroom town

But what the heck we humans dreck
Earth will shake us from her shoulders

Like virus
like vermin

The trees will last new grass will grow
the seas and sky refill

Plastic atolls tall in water
once again will crawl with life

But right now is big crimes for big times
where money talks, principles walk

I think I wear my weary well
the Earth, however, is tired

Of us

 

 

 

 All Natural

Call me Sisyphus
son of Sisyphus
son of son of son of Sisyphus

Sweat in hot bath
a discordant reality
of pains old and new
hard and softer
some going away
some not
sum knot
old man skin
blotches and blood
soon to be soothed in Moroccan argan oil

Walk naked from bath to wife
put fingers both sides foot-long belly scar
and say solemnly
"I am two become one for you"

She lost it

 

 

 

Good Advice

Today’s LittleNip:

I ache, downright hurt
why should I get out of this chair?

others
service
need
duty
love
future
past
tomorrow
now

or else

—Smith

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—Medusa, with thanks to Smith (Steven B. Smith) for stopping by the Kitchen today, bringing his wordplay and his insights into “true tales tall and tender”, as the sun creeps into Autumn, and the Solstice hides right over the hill~

 

 

 

 Xit
—Photo by Smith

 

 

 

 

 

 

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