Godot Waiting
Sky time – foto by Smith
Godot Waiting
“Take your time.”
“But time is an illusion, doesn’t exist.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Take two illusions and call me in the morning.”
— Smith, 7-12-2011
Shadow time – foto by Smith
Godot Waiting
“Take your time.”
“But time is an illusion, doesn’t exist.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Take two illusions and call me in the morning.”
— Smith, 7-12-2011
Prayer to No-God
Thnx 4 helping me deal with this.
Thnx 4 there being this this to deal with.
— Smith, 7-11-2011
What’s In It for Me?
Can’t count on reason
Can’t count on intention
Can’t count on destination
Can’t count on accumulation
Can’t count on actualization
So it’s the living
The life along the way
Friends, family, feline
That makes or breaks
The bank
— Smith, 7-10-2011
Charity
We don’t have much
Not enough for mouth to month
But wife gives of what we have
To others with less
The poor are more gracious than the rich
Who give bigger
From their greater
Yet matter less
There’s pain in giving
There’s pain in not giving
She’s priming the pump
Betting on living
— Smith, 7-9-2011
Money Honey
Checkbook is empty
My pen is dry
Bills due tomorrow
Bloody turnip I cry
— Smith, 7-8-2011
Last night I started the poem below with “maggot” in the first line. This morning I see a white maggot crawling across our kitchen floor so I sweep it up and toss it out the window, then look in my trashcan and see it’s coated with creepy crawly albino maggots writhing away in ecstasy. Flush them all down the toilet. I respect life, take bugs outside to release them and only kill flies and mosquitoes that won’t leave me alone, but maggots are a life beyond my zone of respect . . . something primitive and atavistic about them. Feel the same way about spiders, except I don’t kill spiders.
Last night maggot was a word in a poem — this morning they’re reality. Who says poetry doesn’t have power.
Lifecycle
You’re a maggot in womb
suck blood feast fluid
until born to flesh cocoon
to die in butterfly
You know
your basic endless loop
of yes no maybe do it again
Zen when
— Smith, 7-7-2011
So Shall Ye Reap
Good field, good yield
Sallow, shallow
— Smith, 7-6-2011
Kafka’s Lady
You do the deja voodoo you do so well
You do the who is you
The true to you clue
That put me under your B-movie spell
— Smith, 7-5-2011
Two cups of coffee
Body awake, mind asleep
Dreaming more of each
— Smith, 7-4-2011
Mobius Strip
Everybody wants
Not everybody has
Red taillights
Dusk and distance settling in
— Smith, 7-3-2011