Slo-Mo Out of Control
or Life as We All Know It
Like entropy
I’m less than zero sum
exiled, yet existing
as reality’s Fool
its Joker in the deck
the corn in the last row unready to hoe
or whore for more
so thanks for the Ear n Eye show
time to mine this mind of mine
mime the membrane moan
raise Phoenix ash of old
lurch from perch to perch
in search of earth with better berth
in which to sit and scratch my itch
while drinking coffee on a porch
making music to support
parch of splurge and scourge of starch
raising torch to urge surcharge
to sort the scorch of living large
and arc twixt verge and merge.
Smith, 6.17.2017
