Coke001 - S B Smith, Marrakech

MY BABY & ME

we never had a chance
our straitjacket smiles & white bread touch
our fears jogging around the iron tracks
inside our mud pie brains
it was a starched collar affair
a mussolini of the minds
boot camp love --
we girded our sphincters
& locked our big money hearts
away in the brinks truck
we couldn’t relax
each trapped in separate metronome time,
each chiseling the cornerstone
of our space station fight plans

we said we were floating on a hurricane
dancing free on molten lava
but we were only clever spiders
waiting in future’s cemetery

alone now
a bonsai in her girdle
a drum machine in a mausoleum

Wendy Shaffer

USED KARMA LOT

I cut the cockroach off at the watering hole

Sent his brown backed soul
to that great black crack in the sky

May God have more compassion than I

S B Smith