cover of Zen Over Zero – foto by Smith
It ain’t age.
It ain’t sex.
It ain’t race, religion, height,
gender, color, class or learning.
It’s path, progress and position.
The road not not taken.
Be here now.
o eyes unseeing
o ears unearned.
We’re all perfect potential
cept maybe republicans, lawyers,
the true organized crime called police
the true whores called priests.
You can walk on water IF water wants.
There ain’t no dark night’s ungentle light.
Ain’t nothing outside but lies.
But even lie true ain’t for you.
Don’t need no god.
No catholic pimp pushing blood feast.
My lie’s mine.
Walk my own walk.
Fuck the talk.
Grasshoppers gone wrong become ants.
Bad ants cry uncle, cry wolf, cry baby.
Goats goad sacrifice to sun.
Ritual requires repetition, release.
Nothing stays river’s run
but drought’s dry dirt
(and river still runs).
Rub your ears together.
Start a fire.
Let gone go.
[© by Steven B. Smith]
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Get over 44 years of poetry and collages by Smith in Zen Over Zero
Read a Jesus Crisis blog about Smith at S is for Smith (my favorite poets from A to Z – volume 19)