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On My Rhinitis
By GC

Nose drizzling
on a hot summer's day
Drip. Drip. Drip.
this is the song of the
Snufflegupolous
irritated by summer flora
and incessant heat haze
oh to to create a great
green hoccker
to spit across the creek
thus clearing my nasal passages
if only for an instant
if only for
that breifiest passage of time
until my head fills again
with phleghm

political theatre

The Commonweal Weeps
By GC

Ask any politician
left wing or right
They’ll shout out
fiscal responsibility

They talk a good game
play at political theater
then reality sets in
as calls from the lobbyists

Dire consequences await
if you close all our loopholes
dire consequences await
if you cut our entitlements

When push comes to shove
politicos all have constituents
who clamor for goodies
and there’s never enough

Rich folks and poor
have their oars in the water
and we folk in the middle
find ourselves up “Shit’s Creek”

Wake up

At Sunrise
By GC

I don’t sleep the sleep of a child
mine are not the dreams of innocence
I carry the weight of seven plus decades
and what I have done with that long time

I don’t sleep the sleep of a child
mine are not the dreams of innocence
I carry the weight of seven plus decades
and what I have not done in that long time

I don’t sleep the sleep of a child
mine are not the dreams of innocence
still I sleep pretty well for a wordly old guy
‘ cause my deeds/avoids have been mostly benign

I’m sure I won’t go to heaven
I’m sure I won’t go to hell
I don’t give credence to angels or devils
they’re myths, nothing more-nothing less

So you ask, why do I wake up early?
the answer to that question is easy to tell
it’s a mysterious world come each sunrise
and I think that living with mystery fits me well

Next book

THE CARBON STEEL CARESS
By GC

It’s an edgy serial killer--P.I. novel
its stropped blade carbon steel
an antique straight razor
weilded by a psycopath
assisted by his wife
altogether nasty
not nice

Coming soon
from Century Oak Press

Failure

No Can Do
By GC

I can frame a house
install floors
mud drywall
pull wires
fix a leak
cut trim
build cabinetry
repair a tractor
write a novel
pen a poem
captain a boat
throw a shrimp net
gig a flounder
trap a crab
cook a meal
stand up for me
charm a woman
but try as may
I cannot
play music
or make
a sock puppet

I’ve tried
I’ve failed

Hurricane

It Ain't The Storms
By GC SMITH

It's barreling down upon us once again.
What's that you say, hurricane season?
Yeah, that dread time from June to November
for the Caribbean, Gulf coast and Atlantic seaboard

Forecasters say they have a brand new model
driven by a supercomputer's lightning calculations
to pinpoint where and when and just how hard
the storm will hit and what devastation it might leave behind.

The guy's in the colleges say it's gonna be an active season
but they said the same last year and they where dead wrong.
Meantime after about forty-five years without a single claim
my bloated Insurance company makes certain to screw me.

pollution

The Susquehanna at Wyoming Valley
By GC

From the bridge
I bounced a carrot stub
off a four foot carp’s head
poor sluggish thing was all but dead
from swimming in the sulphur fouled river
in Pennsylvania’s anthracite region, circa nineteen-fifty

Celebrate

TODAY

For Independence Day
July 4, 2011
By GC SMITH

America, America
we once were
proud of you;
you shined
a beacon
for the world
to see,
people
flocked
to you

Your light was
that of liberty,
opportunity,
of embracing
disparate peoples;
you looked for truth
for better ways
for all of us
to live

Oh yeah.
there were the warts
the stops and starts
the imperfections
the injustices,
but
through the years
from founding days
till recently
you always
tried to
do much
better



But now,
You’re sadly,
badly worn,
you seem to have
lost your way;
but
I still hope
it’s temporary,
will we
soon see a
new born
better
day?

Perhaps
we will.
I hope
we do.

Do you?



JULY 4

Yum

Lowcountry Vittles
By GC

My purlieu
the SC estuarine
lowcountry
has heat,
humidity,
gators,
voodoo
lazy days,
sultry nights
and it ain’t
complete
without Perloo
a shrimp and oyster
one pot
delight


Here tis:

ONE POT SHRIMP AND OYSTER PERLOO

Several tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil for sauteing

Country ham chopped, 1 lb.
Smoked sausage or kielbasa, 1 pound cut ¼ inch
2-3 large onions
2-3 bell peppers, chopped
Several peeled, seeded, chopped ‘maters
Bunch of parsley
A bit of thyme (tsp)
Some cayenne (1/2 tsp, maybe more)
Tabasco (several shakes)
Freshly ground blacl pepper
6 garlic cloves
Cup and a half of long grain rice
Cup of chicken broth
Three dozen oysters, shucked
Reserve the oyster liquor
Two pounds of large shrimp, peeled
Bunch of scallions, chopped

Use a big heavy pot. Heat olive oil. Saute ham and sausage till lightly browned. Add onions and peppers, spices and parsley. Cook about ten minutes, stirring now and then. Add tomatos and garlic and cook ten more minutes, or until it thickens some. Stir in rice, chicken broth, oyster liquor. Bring to a boil and then simmer until rice is cooked. Stir in shrimp and oysters. Cover and cook about ten more minutes. Serve in shallow bowls and dress with chopped scallions.

Tabasco on the table. Cold beer. Crusty French bread for dipping.

Tipple

Non-sustaining
(or Bukowski's Lament)
By GC

John Jamison’s
swear by it
James Dickel
swear by it
Crown Royal
swear by it
JTS Brown
swear by it
gout,
shakes,
shits,
palpatations
swear at them