poem card foto by Smith
I found this handmade postcard I sent to myself in 1994 with a then new poem which I never got around to showing anyone and discarded somewhere since along the way. So now I’ve a free poem just for the typing, one that took 16 years from bloom to blossom.
Agent of Chaos
Smitten by likelihood
of happenstance
as plan
Jazzman bops
illusion jones
maya maya man
Eden’s advance
last year’s poetry
yesterday’s wine
Divisions of fire
moon over miasma
tomorrow’s sorrow
unwell with religion
rust rocked rebar
licks lust’s water
mortal ethers
assurance of need
warmth warrenteed
Number enough
rabbits die
await worms
priests’ perfect tents
equal wombs
in dialogue of soul
Hotel Babylon
promised purpose
promised blame
Abolish shame
lust after lizards
rear guard brain
unfettered relief
long time of nothing
discernable form
warm with static envy
dusk poignant
dark disdained
For final denial
restructure sin
for sinner
burnt tongue soup
patina
portion’s truth
– Steven B. Smith, 11-17-1994
Agent of Chaos, 1989, 4″ x 6″ – collage & foto by Smith
The old yew remains as alive as the new yew!