Cleaning Up My Act

 Artbomb
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH

 

 

Not in love with love
but am in love
with life
with wife
with pets
and yet
this brief blink of laugh
sinks beneath the need
of meat to eat
meat
so happy runs
in narrow lanes
the temporary ones
before pain
pains now
pains then
pains after
with laughter layered in
the bitten sin
so hurt works

 

 

 

 Muskmind

Cleaning up my act
pissing thru the chicken wire
trying not to splash

I used to bump and grind
in the strip mind

Let me lick my secret places
let them be taken
or let them lick

I'm wet meat
moist
bottom deposit

Welcome to mine

 

 

 

 Remove Before Use

They called me weak
frail
said I wouldn't last
be first to go
but one
by one
by ones
they're gone
and I'm still here

they didn't even taste good

 

 

 

 QR Code

Clowns abound
loud in crowd
drag us down

They lie a lot
play poopy plot
culture rot

The right is wrong
their tiny prongs
for fascists long

 

 

 

 Nightplier

Old Debbil left below for the Plevins
for chalk talk with Big Odd
say hey prey Oddgob
whatcha lob
gotta prob for ya
let's do Smith
see if he's hit or miss
give ‘em some boils
heavy his toils
maybe a blister or two
and teeth though few
gotta go
for new daily low
and eyes
give ‘em fog
ears clog
and mind lies
brain's already pain
so not much to gain there
but to be unfair
let's smite him a bit
smack his lip
prove he don't know hip
break his neck
crush a disc
what the heck
let black ice trip
let 'er rip
give em a bitch of an itch
bet that'll make him break
prove him fake
but no
Old Odd sez
adjusting His Fez
already did The Book of Job
this is different probe
know
he's good with dog
kind with cats
keeps friends long
and wife, boy she beats stats
shines strong
keeps him in belong
so no no Debbil
no no need
we'll leave him in pain
and weed
again
amen

 

 

 

 Windows

I keep trying
cuz in all the day pain
night pain
brain pain
heart pain
there're these juicy pleasures
in the between
where green is truly green
and even dreams dream

 

 

 

 Low Tide

One slow toke
slow hold
watch it seep
low creep relaxing
as sneak peak of there
cuddles here

Put 'er there, mon frėre
or sister be
Mother Mary comes to me

 

 

 

 Synchronicity

Remember these 3 words
nurse sez
Sunrise Banana Chair
and I'm lost in its poetry
dream scheme
flux flow
cuz I've been there
be there again
Sunrise Banana Chair
then in her 2nd language
asks me to number clock face
make it 10:11
no-no 11:10
trying to addle
as I lay back
relax in sunrise banana
smile
time space mind race one

 

 

 

Crux

 

 

Today’s LittleNip:

The view is dark
from Eve to Ark
that's my spark

—Smith (Steven B. Smith)

________________

—Medusa, thanking Mr. Smith for fine poems and pix today as we crawl into Fall, his sharp words ringing in our ears. Thank you, Steven B.!

 

Silly me: I listed the new Seed of the Week as Cooler mornings, shorter nights. But it should be LONGER nights, yes? 

 

 Hiroshima

—Artwork by Steven B. Smith

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