Steven B. Smith
Smith at Mac’s Backs in Cleveland – July 2008
[photo by Jesus Crisis]




Dear Occupants, Accidents & Occidentals

Just yesterday it was yesterday
Now it’s already today

Confuse not mercy with weakness
Confuse weakness not with an upset liver
And confuse not an upset liver with love
It is the shape of the silence
Which defines the sound
Like winter rubbing against summer
Each refines the other

Only certain curtains can be drawn
The rest must be endured
The souring sermons
The centered self serving
The lion den Christians in Coliseum stands
Twixt ape and angel wandering
Torn between the knowledge
And the need

Do I worship the moon or sun
Or yet the blooded one?
I bloat and smell
Decay in age
The focus runs

                    [© by Steven B. Smith]




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Smith’s poems used with his permission.

For more, please visit Smith’s renowned art and poetry website at
www.agentofchaos.com

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Read a Jesus Crisis blog about Smith at S is for Smith (my favorite poets from A to Z – volume 19)