the cat in the crack – foto Smith
What Web We Weave
Left in Leavenworth for smuggling yeast
I sold two who towels to hoot owls
and reasoned with beasts
Had I two evils
I’d rent them by the hour
be the leaser of two evils
Down Heartbreak Hotel on Lonely Street
I dream of nooks and crannies
spooning moon sheet
A determined indeterminate being
I better be butter
honeyeye sweet
Ride shotgun on sagecoach
backside the bar code
in tarnished brain land
I’m arrogant flux, it’s the who I am
but I’m cool with it, say aw shucks
get away with my scam
— Smith, 4.17.2013
grrrrr – foto Smith