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A perfect couple – foto Smith

For those curious how my poems flow or go, here’s six minutes of what I sound like at readings.

Click here to hear 7 short acoustic poems . . . 5:43.

Poem text below foto. (Two of these poems have been turned into songs at reverbnation.com/mutantsmith)


Red dawn, green night – foto Smith

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Empirical Data

Everything depends
On who and what and where and when
It never ends
Cuz everything depends
On why and high and low and then
It’s worse than Zen
This never end
If I’m awake it’s now
And constant daily harrow
Toiling morn to morrow
To somehow slip the sorrow
Trying to round the bend
Ahead of time’s outrageous arrow
Which never mends
Which never ends
Which always depends
On what reality recommends
Or the trends tend
Eye gloss ago
So
It’s now and how and when and then
Again and again and again

— 2011

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Be-Bop Baby

Do wop and rattle, do rap and roll
you gurgle my girdle, fine flux my flow

Smile for me baby, give me a grin
been lonesome lately, been wanting back in

Grip on my gripper, zipper my chin
prepare you pure proper for serious sin

Wrap my poor rattle in your jelly roll
my pretty petal your saddle to sow

Petal to mental then mental to mime
in most elemental pleasure sublime

So work with me baby, work till we whine
work till we’re gravy and wavy in line

Wake us to wonder of thunder and thyme
rosemary plunder, the rhythm in rhyme

— 2012

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Buddha Bang

San Francisco 1966
done sailing sea
I search the streets
for drugs and sex
two Asian beauties quip
‘hey sailor, wanna get higher?”
Short story short
to temple depart
chant and ching the Buddha thing
in incensed air
I bought their wares
chose $6 chant
they took me back
the old bait and switch
I go for sex
get enlightenment.

— 2012

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No Wailing Offense

There will be
No tears
No wailing
No gnashing of teeth
When I go
When I’m gone
When I die
When my flesh
Is sold
For packets to eat
Or door stop
What knot
Plot not
Best to burn me baby
Use me as sand
Grit to rough the bland
Just call me
Oyster helper
Pearl point
Beginning irritant
Smooth in end

— 2005

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The Heart as Arsonist

Sure the kindling,
but as well the wood.
The place as such
and substance
of the matter.
Time.
Amounts of time to flicker,
flame in bright arrogance,
become fuel to continuity,
faded maturation.

It is not wonder
yet is
why wolves, weres and lovers
lie dreaming before fires
fire places
emotions.
It is the melancholy
of the cycle calling.
Warmed atavisms
consumed in life
in love of rebirth.
The remembrance
of werewolves wanting wings.

All these
the core past caring
belonging
the fire is
is love.
The spark
to kindle the passion
then human the substance
to weather completion
this this is love.

— 1975

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My Tree Barks

My bark is worse than my bite
although once my bite was worse than my bark
back when I was but burgeoning bark on tree
but it was a dogwood tree
so I was bark bark
and became known as Bark Bark Smith
and little dogs pissed on me.

It was a good life
warm and wet
before I matured into tendril stock
which warps and weaves
in woof woof wonder
which is why
I’m now known as
Bark Bark Woof Woof Smith
the One Who Never Whimpers.

— 2010

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Ciao Chow Boogie

Ciao chow boogie
Go down wail gone
Sassafras the fancies
She’s my daddy-o mom
My moldy goldy oldie
My crazy maybe one

Raise sin to sensation
Peel feel from the ground
No explanation
Just loose liquid sound
Undress in nude nation
Do the two-back get down

Riding now into never
With every sly lie
I’m cool cat copacetic
In absolute time
Jig forever together
In metaphoric fire

— 2000

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