Bye!

You Ran Back To Momma
by GC

Now that you're gone
I get to
drink all the beer

Now that you're gone
I get to
laze in mt sweats

Now that you're gone
I get to
fart when I please

Now that you're gone
I get to
leave the seat up

Buck Owens said it best
"thank God and Greyhound
you're gone."

WOOSH!

WOOSH
by GC

I fear the flush
it might pass me away
like a turd in a vortex
on it's way

I fear the flush
it might pass me away
it's my atavistic copralithic
fear

I fear the flush
it might pass me away
so I make it a point
to poo in the woods, Like a bear

Tonight

Platinum
by GC

Platinum
is the color
I remember
of the last
perigee moon

Light shone
down upon our earth
like a stage spot
highlighting, emphasizing,
madness run amok

Lunars
danced and howled
that night
I suppose
they will again tonight

Sane folk may sing,
"by the light of the silvery moon,"
but know, it's a platinum shine
(hard, brittle, piercing)
infecting the susceptible

I won't go on forever.

Eulogy

Someday I'm gonna move on and I won't want an eulogy.
But an epitaph might be nice.


No Eulogy -- Epitaph

After a morning martini
in the Bonaventure cemetery,
Savannah, Georgia
near Johnny Mercer's gravesite
I saw an other guy's epitaph

Engraved on
the man's tombstone:

CONRAD AIKEN
COSMIC WANDERER

Those words certainly appeal
but damn all they've been taken
so I'll simply settle for
the plain and more mundane

GERARD C. SMITH
1938-20??

He Came; He Went
He Did No Harm

Trippin' the light...

How To Dance With A Bad Dancer
by GC

Maybe
horizontally

Who we are

Nothing ventured, ...
by GC

We enter life bare assed
with nothing but a name
it's something worth protecting
it's nothing to defame

A deal is a deal
we seal it with our name
and never should we double cross
or life's worse than a zero-sum game

Let 'em know upfront
that you can do the deal
or if by chance you can't do it
let 'em know you won't

We don't have much of value
but out names are treasure chests
and if we're careful how we use them
we'll find that route is best

It's trust not wealth or fame
that you want attached to your name
you can earn that trust
if you eschew a decietful game

So use you name most carefully
always do what you say you'll will
dont trim when doing a deal
'cause your good name is your seal

casual

Lowcountry SC Threads
By GC Smith

Clothes that I wear
are to cover my skin
they sure ain’t for
makin’ a statement

They’re old and worn
like my Tilley hat
that gives me the mien
of a poacher

Ripped old khaki shorts,
beer slogan tee shirts
and holey deck shoes
make up the rest of my stuff

Though my threads ain’t fine
i drink good red wine
with crabs, fish, and shrimp
that i catch and i cook

I tell giant tall tales
bout fish big as whales
that i hooked and
i ate yesterday

Ain’t no need for a suit
and no need for a tie
to tell tales with good friends
who lie just as good as i do