{"id":13030,"date":"2020-06-13T20:35:19","date_gmt":"2020-06-13T18:35:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13030"},"modified":"2020-06-14T21:58:39","modified_gmt":"2020-06-14T19:58:39","slug":"poems-by-michael-t-smith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13030","title":{"rendered":"poems by Michael T. Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em><u>E<\/u><\/em><\/strong><strong><em> <u>T<\/u> <u>R<\/u> <u>A<\/u> <u>H<\/u><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>During the moon landing I was on earth<\/p>\n<p>But ever asked: how subjective is \u2018here?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>At what point does famil\u2019rity have birth?<\/p>\n<p>In a dark side of the sun place a hearth.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Because a home of heart is without peer<\/p>\n<p>During the moon landing I was on earth<\/p>\n<p>Beg with a Styrofoam cup of such worth:<\/p>\n<p>Spacemen in a fishbowl of walls not clear.<\/p>\n<p>At what point does famil\u2019rity have birth?<\/p>\n<p>For space to be on a premium dearth<\/p>\n<p>On a TV screen wide enough for cheer.<\/p>\n<p>During the moon landing I was on earth<\/p>\n<p>Hands held across a million miles in mirth<\/p>\n<p>Static dances for grains of a soiled year<\/p>\n<p>At what point does famil\u2019rity have birth?<\/p>\n<p>Our empty hands surround a riddling girth<\/p>\n<p>A small dubloin of proximity ne\u2019er near<\/p>\n<p>During the moon landing I was on earth<\/p>\n<p>At what point does famil\u2019rity have birth?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Just words <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Truth is I don\u2019t know<\/p>\n<p>if any of my experiences are real,<\/p>\n<p>or if I\u2019m only<\/p>\n<p>stuck in a memory or two,<\/p>\n<p>which is essentially the footer<\/p>\n<p>to all I do.\u00a0 But\u00a0 &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>can you tell me who I am<\/p>\n<p>from who I tell you?<\/p>\n<p>Or better to read me in the margins,<\/p>\n<p>in some text <em>sous rature,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>for the truth is &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>regardless of what either of us says &#8212; full stop,<\/p>\n<p>I am a stranger unto reality,<\/p>\n<p>when so much of it exists<\/p>\n<p>outside of me.<\/p>\n<p>Can you tell me how you hurt the word?<\/p>\n<p>What you hate about yourself?<\/p>\n<p>How to be an outlaw for a dime?<\/p>\n<p>Who am I to judge what I<\/p>\n<p>remember?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Winter Afternoon<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am writing a poem because it\u2019s winter,<\/p>\n<p>and I am inside.\u00a0 I don\u2019t want to<\/p>\n<p><em>Right now, <\/em>and<\/p>\n<p>it shows \u2013<\/p>\n<p>\u201cProving\u201d my point by showing this poor muddle &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>better than the telling words,<\/p>\n<p>flowery as they could be,<\/p>\n<p>tattling in their own way,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>and reveling in my own circle of complaints.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Ship of Fools<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This heavy <em>Ship of Fools <\/em>so soon cast off &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>The gentleman onboard, their hats they doff.<\/p>\n<p>Heads t\u2019 follow, our thoughts dear but abaft are<\/p>\n<p>Stuffing that light in th\u2019 madness of May \u2018far.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The court is a\u2019 jester with an inf\u2019nite smile.<\/p>\n<p>Hark! The two-headed coin of the gryllos<\/p>\n<p>Finds many maps in skel\u2019tal trees virile \u2013<\/p>\n<p>S\u2019 they rest their many mouths on lead pillows.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This sea of nothing, down our throats we quaff.<\/p>\n<p>O lo, we spiral down this dark Passion pit<\/p>\n<p>From Madrid\u2019s silent tower falling off<\/p>\n<p>To jerk our movements into another fit.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Do cold showers overhead skirt this place\u2026<\/p>\n<p>For this Tree o\u2019 Knowledge has a happy face?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The Perception of My Own Grave<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The perception of my own grave<\/p>\n<p>Is always a long thought.<\/p>\n<p>Death becomes pictorial,<\/p>\n<p>Held by the thistled frame of tall grass.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This mountain at a\u2019 given distance<\/p>\n<p>All the more clear becomes<\/p>\n<p>When the artist\u2019s jiggling hand<\/p>\n<p>Drops the coarse brush in art\u2019s depiction.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It seems a shame that anything<\/p>\n<p>But weeds should form this shroud.<\/p>\n<p>Yet th\u2019 joke\u2019s calling this plot mine<\/p>\n<p>When worms form my makeshift diadem<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>E T R A H &nbsp; During the moon landing I was on earth But ever asked: how subjective is \u2018here?\u2019 At what point does famil\u2019rity have birth? 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