Strange country – foto Smith
The Better Be Blues
No rhyming no reason not even scheming
just riffing on flukes toning down town
where clones within the clowns abound
around circus centers short-circuiting service
with whethered words reworking the reins
while raining rains rain and reign
leaving me yet but wet strand in sand
unknightly nervous
in juke joint jam
hamming the bone
outclassed yet unowned
a strange country crossing
leaping lines on the map
in lap dance of chance
choices chosen charred or frozen
a very small clasp in long line of nuance
posing my moaning
in Mohawk of morning
blowing blowhard through these Better Be Blues
my daily do my me for you
our final truth our playing our dues
amidst these youse and me be clues
which rule rue
— Smith, 7.30.2012
Why settle for less? – foto Smith
Wow.. two great photos…. and an awesome poem… really.
I think this is my new favorite. Can’t wait to hear it read aloud.
two favorite lines :
“with whethered words reworking the reins” and “in lap dance of chance”