adore

 

                          adore

                          i wait at Your gate
                          tarry at Your door
                                                   tungsten lit
                                                   tout le monde
                          Atlas…
                                    at last a’twirl, and more
                                                  tantamount
                                                  a lass…
                          Your adamant
                                                  matador

 

(c) kim smith 2008

yin-yang sky

 

yin-yang sky

 

 

shy

 

in blue disguise

she falls his snow

 

he angels her drift

 

in

co-gnito

 

(( ear-to-ear

they knowing

yeht still

            

 

                                snowing

  

            s   *  u  *   r   *  p  *   r   *  i   *  s   *  e

 

 

 

miles high

white swoosh con-trail

 

                        )) smiles

 

            ( o-so sly-ly )

 

sunrose yellow

                                                

                                                sky

 

(c) kim smith 2008

herose

 

                    herose

 

  

          A

rose    arose

       <

             >

        < 

                 >

             <  

               wilt

                   thou

                        wilt

                             sor

                                    e

                                        ros 

                                                 ?

  

(c) kim smith 2008

reflection

 

reflection

 

  

highway

a single roadside reflector

really one of many

but different

IT got noticed

at least by me

 

headlight glare

it winks

I blink

it’s gone away

 

not GONE gone

just no longer seen

at least by me

 

at least not directly

but on playback

lit by my HEADLIGHT headlight

 

again

 

its shout

its hey!

 
(c) kim smith 2008

aRe

 

                        aRe

                                  !                                  

                                  aRe

                                  her 

                                              s      o      u      n      d      s

                                              ring         his        ear

                                              spin        his        Ear   t   h

                                                             his     h  ear   t

                                              p      o      u      n      d      s 

 

(c) kim smith 2008

Pete’s Feats

Pete’s Feats

                    Mon Oncle Drian
                    he so square

                                   he bop
                                   blanc
                                   he bop
                                   bleu
                                                       red hot
                                   gone REAL…
                                                       grid noir

                    he bop
                    une dense danse
                    pour Joan et Don Juan
                    & every JOCK & JILL
                    stuck on our
                                                       g r e e n

                                                              s                       
                                                                     t              
                                                                           a      
                                                                                  r

 

(c) kim smith 2008

Blaue Writer

x

Blaue Writer

          

can Dinsky still dance?

blow his (g)nose

paint his pants

all whirly like Van Gogh’s?

 

nope.

      nein.

           nyet.

                                               

der Dinsky’s dead

 

                                                ended

                                                               dun

 

lost his hue

 

                                                his well-read head

                                                gone squiggle in blue!

  

                                                yup-ja,

 

 

                        YET

 

                                                when he scribbled

                                                                 and when he spat

                                                dumbjoy dimpled the

                                                                 sits where he sat!

  

(c) kim smith 2008