Subconscious – foto Smith
One Hand Clasping
There’s less to say
these winter dark days
as thoughts grim dim
rise from ache to mind
mime unfair despair
cuz sun don’t shine
and mortality’s not only there
but DANGER BEWARE
signs on reality everywhere
road slip ice askew
nasty nip of below zero blues
sez way past time
to improve my process
purify proceeding
cuz everything you do
preludes to something
everything you do
leads to something else
time to change the same game
beneath this old placenta moon
this already was
of wasn’t
— Smith, 1.23.2012
Winter white – foto Smith