So They Said Feed Your Head
All this out here ain’t here
and yet we see its itty bits with microscopes
its bigly bits through telescopes
its hairy bits by brush and comb
and its naughty bits in advertisements
so all that’s here that’s not quite here
is very well approved
Yet all that comes from inside here
our non-existent heads
unseen, unmeasured
yet makes the measurements we take to fake
so here ain’t here
and there’s but misconstrued
I work within
cuz without just phantom blues
– Smith, 10.23.2016
Still a day late and a poem short on the October poem-a-day with Mary E. Weems, Wendy Shaffer, Celeste McCarty, and Lady K..
