WALKING ON THIN ICE

american death - foto by smith

Myth Amerika

O Red White and Blueeyed Lady, I am
But a fey ray in the King Kong of your
Clutch, a dank doodle dandy, Jekyll haired
Hyde. For to spite your apple laid Annies,
Your tacky plastic seams of care slighted
Bellies begetting sewer, catfish cauls,
You fed my me my folly, bled my need
Of calling.
                       Beshat, of fox on Farley.
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being back in america for the 4th of july makes me want to start blogging my AMERICA poems. here’s the first. for those too young to know, Fay Wray starred in the 1933 original King Kong movie - hence my “fey ray”. i don’t normally explain unless asked, but sometimes life passes fact by, and it’s unreasonable to expect the cognoscenti to be cognizant.

life here seems louder, faster, busier, meaner, greedier - and the food portions humongous. went to a big box store called DEALS and saw bags of chocolate for $7 so large it’d take two men or a wheel barrel to carry them away. it’s like this place is the dark side of Monty Python.

this is smith reporting from the dirty dusty odiferous crack between logic and truth backside the funhouse mirror.
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here’s tomorrow’s poem today - this being america, why wait?

USA Today

Meat bags bound by fog and fury
Fear silence
Little horrors of swarming selves
God’s flesh
But fallen water across the log

In service so sweaty warmth
Begotten in flesh and feast
Double cause
Crowing cock cracking dawn

Let doubt die
Mangled thread, legal mixture
Here be dragons
Slave state seared by vision
Degrees of silence

U.S.A. today - foto by smith