steve smith is a cleveland-based artist, poet & publisher.
his artcrimes series is one of cleveland's longest-running literary
As has been said
The night weighs upon the city
In tired, fat insolence. Rat scurry.
Old papers flap down empty streets.
It is an ugly season. Full.
Day slouches in, in shameless anonymity
Devoid of great chained excuses of being
A voided has been of god, notion and country.
Unfocused without, we hunt worms within
To bait further cold excretion of reason, rationale.
Refuse refusing our naked nothing.
Strip steal by night.
Zen Over Zero
Dog week later in kitchen pouring
Coffee into my veins with a dull cup
A daze of morals and Moses
Whines and Rosicrucians
It's raining cats and gods
And I am a fine unman
\Marijuana and Mozart on a Sunday morn
Plethora of complacencies
Of tongue, beard, bush.
Poets fall down.
O Red White and Blueeyed Lady, I am
But a fey ray in the King Kong of your
Clutch, a dank doodle dandy, Jekyll haired
Hyde. For to spite your apple laid Annies,
Your tacky plastic seams of care slighted
Bellies begatting sewer, catfish cauls,
You fed my me my folly, bled my need
of fox on Farley.
To Tupperware City
Light like liquid Zen
Wars time, tatters tight
As tight asses tie
Meat neat man to kine, kino
Contempt of course
Playing Plato's barn
Stabilize fish at 7
Mime the maam
In wondrous disarray
Just outside real
Where the fat
Fleece feed the poor
Competing EXIT signs
Dance specific disease
Slouching Bethlehem belly
Slips on guilt
9 March 1946 / Wallace Idaho / 6' 3" / 175
farm boy cow milker chicken/rabbit/hog waste remover
life insurance salesman
graphic arts salesman
avant-garde theatre manager
bethlehem steel extraman
newspaper film/music critic
women's shoe salesman
agent of chaos