Shakin' a Leg

  Fork in the Wood
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith,
Cleveland, OH

 

 

Full fecund foliage
as deep as eye can see
new springing new
bigger faster
more
endless glow-green sleaves
in varied planes
size
shapes
doing their mambo
and pop-o
branches bounce beating sun
weave in wandering wind
my eyes wondering
is this that that that
could be filled

light dances
I shakes a leg

 

 

 

 Look Both Ways

We crawl from sea
to see what's to eat
on four finny fins
and unfurry feet
thus we begin
our race up and down
the give-it-to-me's
and territorial klowns
their faux fake knives
unfunny lives
and icy imported wives

O yes we doo doo

The sun shines on you
but it's not your sun
moon may follow you home
but it's not yours to own
dawn and dusk
undimmed by diminish
clockwork on
doubled edged in need

 

 

 

 POV

You check in
you're checked out
you check out

Karmalot roundabout

 

 

 

Merchandise

If I were going to eat
life on the beach
it would be a peach

but for life as it is
gimme a gin fizz

 

 

 

 Dark Web

I admit
I am my rock
I am my hill
but you society
you are my mountain
my hell
my punishment
my goad
my glory
I'm sorry
you're such a sorry mess
you cheat
you steal
you lie
you look in the mirror
see self dissembled
yet crow like banty rooster
over what's undone
there is hope
but I am not hopeful
in spite of my hope
football pulled from kick
in mickey mockery
a la mode

 

 

 

 Timetech

Truth is
not only do you have to pay rent
eventually you are rent

 

 

 

 Ragged Road

How do we get there
when it's always here?

Then and when become how
if it's always now?

Sally goes round the roses
only if they growzes

Where in now infinity
is future past be?

I think I see

In knead of seed
old olly olly oxen freed

Life is what we bleed

 

 

 

 Drive

More I think
less I know
on my way to happy

 

 

 

 3 Sisters

Today’s LittleNip:

I learn by doing things wrong
I do a lot of things wrong
I must be very wise

—Smith

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Steven B. is back with us today for his 116th post in the Kitchen, kickin’ up his heels with fine poetry and art and a lively new puppy! Thanks for #116, Steven, for trusting us with your work these years, and for stopping by on your way to happy~

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—Medusa 

 

 

 

 

Stone Buddha

 —Photo by Smith

 

 

















 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gimme a gin fizz~