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Sunday, August 31, 2008

A Bad Wind Blowin'

Lost Color Returned
By GC SMITH

Azure sky gives way
to pewtered rain
banshee winds
and whirling tornados
embedded in hurricane

Sunny disposition,
golden happiness,
soon surrenders to
the bluest of
blue funks

Suffer depth
of downer
brought forth by
nature’s demons
to paralyze your soul

Yet, fretful blues
soon yield
as a sunshaft’s
golden ray
relights this day


(Pray if you will
or cross fingers
for Louisiana and N’Awlins
to be spared
Gustav’s wrath
)

Sunday, August 17, 2008

A Statement of A State of Being

Here’s What …
By GC SMITH

Folks think
that my mind
much like
my corpus
is in a mess
of a state

But, I know
who I am
and I know what
I know;
I don’ care a whit
what they think

‘cause
conscious-unconscious
or some state in-between
is perfectly
alright
by my lights

So, think what you may
say what you’ll say
I won’t be reflective
I won’t change my way
‘cause I am who I am,
I'm just me

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Beatniks

The Beat Went On
by GC SMITH

Jaffey asked the question
that I've pondered for years
How does one fall off a mountain?

Jack wrote his stuff on toilet paper
stream of conscious not unlike diarrhea
his reader's judged it copralithic or not

Neal brought the drugs and booze
drove the car from coast to coast and back
the breakdowns were both mechanical and mental

None of that mattered much
'cause Lawrence illuminated the Beats
under the glow of shining City Lights

Saturday, August 9, 2008

More ?s

I'D ASK, but ...
by GC SMITH

What to do?
Who to do it to?
You? Or you? Or you?
All or just a few?
And why?
And How?
And when?
Right now? Or later?
I dunno?
Do you?

And what?
Go here?
Go there?
Or anywhere?
Can I?

Do I know right from left?
Know up from down?
Hither or yon?
North?
or South?
Here or where?
Can I get there?

I guess
if I don't
know what,
why,
who,
when
or where
I'll spend forever
stuck
right here,
it's sad
I guess?