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THE PLANT WORLD

I was thinking in my head
how I'm going to communicate
with the plant world--
I think pheromones--
so I ask you about pheromones

And you said I think so,
I think plants do use
pheromones

The Smiths


BED BUG BITE

She
Your hand smells of woman
Of play dough
Play dough smells like cunt
But cold cunt
Your hand smells of warm

He
Ah, but I love a good cold cunt sandwich

The Smiths

CATNIP

Mature cat seeks young kitten
for yarn pull

You pull my yarn,
I'll purr yers…

The Smiths

 

THE GRASSHOPPER'S TALE

My life's dog food for do gooders
Hot dodgers dogging God's zone
Fur sure of itself
Per path and position
Point portion pursued

We who rise in heat from dream
Lick recollection loose
From cold fire's template
Futility's fog
We bleed in abandon
Dance dawn's dapple light

Steven B. Smith

 

KATHY IRELAND SMITH and STEVEN B. SMITH are poets and artists from Cleveland, Ohio. They're currently traveling in Europe for a couple years. Accounts of their escape from Amerika can be found at http://www.walkingthinice.com.
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