The road to hell is paved with good intentions
and I worked for the paving company
broke my back in hot slop sweat
to fill my sloppy seconds
– Smith
A few lines salvaged from my back-pocket notebook
(2 b used someday in a real poem)
Fog today in my worm turned mind
War is raw backwards, which is no way to live
Einstein’s time may be relative
but it’s all in-law to me
Is it yesterday or yeasterday
because our present raises like sour dough
from yesterday’s risings
— Smith, 4.22.2012
Yeasterday – foto Smith