“Sweet talker Steven B. Smith has strolled into the Kitchen again today, bringing his six-guns and his silver tongue to cheer us up. Thanks, Steven, for spreading your silver again to brighten the days.”
– Kathy Kieth, editor/publisher of Medusa’s Kitchen’s daily posting of words and art

understudies, go-fers, stepping stones, fluffers, support, flotsam, filler, and worse . . . 9 poems, 10 fotos

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2021/09/drawing-down.html

safari September so far . . .

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Face to sun
eyes closed
listening

Night train
Harlem nocturne
heart and soul

Janus blind
looking both ways
into nothing

Eyes closed
face to sun
recharging

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Thin ice
load on back
slip slide crack

As seasons go
I be gone
past participant

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Sun sets
day dims
road goes on

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24 hours
sitting 5 yr-old niece
10 pounds of sugar in a caffeinated cup

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Standing in shadow
looking at the sun
can’t be done

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The anti-vaxxers are saying
Their right to be stupid
Is more important than my right to life

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You got your version
I got mine
one of us be lyin’

To operate in this insane world
you best be a little crazy
and a lot crooked

Between the current
and the coming
more lies

It’s sex and gasoline
black caffeine
and pedal to mental gone

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Some long for yesterday
others worship tomorrow
today sorrow

Yet today’s tomorrow’s yesterday

From east creeps beast
while west rots rest

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2021.9.1 – Face to sun
2021.9.2 – Thin ice
2021.9.3 – Sun sets
2021.9.6 – 24 hours
2021.9.7 – Standing in shadow
2021.9.8 – The anti-vaxxers are saying
2021.9.9 – You got your version
2021.9.10 – Some long for yesterday