Remainder Bin
Stink bug stink bug
stuck inside my think mug
I’m but monkey trying to grab
reflection of my banana
from the mirror
I look through bars of belief
Ache in back, vague in mind
if body pain seasons human
I’m 5-season salad
Many mini me’s
In my flight to the unfinish
and lost degeneration
life’s more luck than logic
I’m slow buffered dawn
pausing the worm of ambition
Fish-gilled wool swim about my brain
Sittin’ here with the chickens
tryin’ to raise some scratch
watchin’ the plot thicken
wishin’ time would get off my ass
I am child of Sisyphus
worship roll of rock
Checking out the lies of the land
It’s the singing, not the song
the ringing, not the gong
the going, not the gone
Up before sun
new dark new start
– Smith, 6.6.2017