Tag Archives: Michael Dwayne Smith

Fuck It

I’ve got this spoadie in a plaid, man-size Thermos I’m saving for when I fuck up. I have my ukulele and hope, which should be considered courageous, given my decision to swallow your sandwich of advice. A sandwich your Mom … Continue reading

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The Jarred Sea

makes nervous talk, breathes clouds full of monsters, rattles the keys of song dead captains, makes green music on a nude boat lusting in the sun, some weird ornette coleman beep-boop jazz, compass kissed into stupor— night will pull out … Continue reading

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Your Old Pal, Jimmy

Went Wednesday, to trial. Let my attacker plea down: assault with a deadly weapon, first degree; carrying deadly weapon, intent to cause bodily harm. Boone got ten years on the first charge, ten more on the second…suspended, no bond. He’ll … Continue reading

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Disorder

Stones are old currency in Jerusalem. The donkey on a narrow twist of road, crossing to connect compass with border, will measure a child’s tomb. Past meaningless olive trees, the garden of reason, the garden of heaven, bells unwind the … Continue reading

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Bar Flower

Vodka wants me awake, google-eyed, ranting. Tonight’s hyacinth presses into the furrowed New Testament pages of my arms, thin and dry. It’s only the inebriation of taste and smell for me. Loneliness dovetails into bottles in bars, lacquered eyes confessing … Continue reading

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Two Martins

This poem is wearing a hoodie. Miss Liberty walks home from the store. George Wallace watches the neighborhood for us. Just don’t go making this a black thing, okay? Occupy a state of sunshine. Stand your prime rib ground with … Continue reading

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