Modern poetry collection by contemporary Cleveland poet Steven B. Smith
Smith - contemporary poet

reading room #12
7 new, 2 recent blues 1.13.2005
written for jam sessions with Peter Ball/Apartment One

The New Drool Blues

I got the blues
Baby needs new shoes
Old shoe won't do
Tired of this fool
Gonna find new drool

She's looking to see
What's left of me
Saw she made her mark
I'm cold and dark
Baby spanks new spark

Oh I been to school
And I paid some dues
I know who fool
Whose who uses who
Baby seeks new tool

Part and partial pain
Part hurting again
Part hurting as end
Never making amend
Never saying her sin

For she'll never stop
Doing her dirty bop
Till sagging flesh drops
Or someone calls the cops
Messes up her ops

Nothing I can do
Too too her fool
Apply my own eye wool
I'm be gone butt drool
Dead dried toad tool

She's moving too fast
Her next piece of ass
Her house made of glass
And her empty past
I'm yesterday's grass

I'm old going slow
No goosing my glow
Ain't got enough dough
Ain't cool guy to know
She needs be I go

She's seeking new beats
New trickings to treat
New sauce to reheat
New meat to repeat
Old dick to delete

So I got me these blues
Baby needs new shoes
Old shoe won't do
She's tired of this fool
Gonna find her new drool


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Grease Your Grill

I'm an oven cleaner baby
Need to scrub your grill
Yes this oven cleaning man
Mean to steam your grill
Get the heat back baby
Flame 'n fire the thrill

I'll rub your rust off lady
Get your grid to shine
Rid this mood of maybe baby
Lady let me lick your lime
Make much meat that might be
Moistened by munching lightly
Juicy, prime

Gonna grease your grill
Put the heat back baby
Then send you the bill


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I Ain't Got No White Boy Blues

Pain from one end to the other
Plagued by this black cloud of druther
It's the "I Ain't Got No White Boy Blues"

Though I got no honey for spreading
And there ain't no money attending
Yet I ain't got no White Boy Blues

For I've roof over rising
A warm bed abiding
Friends fond and affirming
And a past that's worth hiding
So I can't get no White Boy Blues

Possessions don't taunt me
Though lessons they've taught me
Like inner, not outer be
And better to let be
The quicker to be free
The taught me do teach me
I ain't got no White Boy Blues

Yes, it's a sadness I'm lacking
Or, life's licking I'm liking
But that's why I got those
"I Ain't Got No White Boy Blues"


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Lamentation 5 - The Faithful Bewail

As Eye and I went walking
And Eye and I were talking
Eye on I was watching
So shake your booty Buddha boy
Won't you spare a paradigm?

For me wanna marijuana
And me wanna do the dog
Bow the wow to shady lady
Leap and lap her fire log
Oh let me be your poodle boy

All aboard the Cardboard Express
Fresh in fresh sin and absolution
You can keep your Hallelujahs
Let me have my Loch Ness Jesus
Nam myoho renge kyo

Oh yes
It's all tits and toothpaste
A test tease totality
In textbook time

But I am not bothered by grace
Why watch the dead rework the living
Embalm our worst in overtime
Famous faces in golden places
Never look to me
To see Zen flesh-less-ness to be

Serpent servant sorrows sire
Brags big broths in briny bowls
But aftermath of meat belief
Is math to meat retreat

So Eye and I still walking
Though Eye and I not talking
But Eye on I am watching
So do your duty Buddha buddy
Cue this cat to paradigm


musings by emily tan

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Doing Time

A leaf alive
Another life
A lie let lie too long

Moon meat and Moses
Sucker song along
New lie highway
Old road alone

Need new lies
Old lie don't do
New supposes
For falling through

New excuses
And pretty parts
To hide abusive
Hollow hearts

Toys for boys
Swirls for girls
Swine to enjoy
Hurled pearls

For Babylon baby
Ain't another time
There ain't no maybe
It's this life's the crime

And I'm doing time


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O Zone

O great god bed
No minor note coffin thee
To keep me aground
But day dry dock
Rezone zone
Tote take and gain
Per ache and pain
The unbusheled light
Versus the darkness
But if this keeps up
I'm going to need more matches
Bushel baskets
And some candles


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Ciao chow boogie
Go down wail gone

Milk me mama 8 to the bar

Sassafras the fancies
She's my daddy-o mom

Milk me mama 8 to the bar

My moldy goldy oldie
My crazy maybe one

Milk me mama 8 to the bar

I'm cool cat copacetic
In absolute time

Milk me mama 8 to the bar

Jig forever together
In metaphoric fire

Milk me mama 8 to the bar

Sum symbol solution
Some simply a crime

Milk me mama 8 to the bar

Truth lie's silence
Truth but lie aloof

So milk me mama 8 to the bar


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Truth Truce

Get the truth
Get your red hot truths
Truths du jour
Truths of the day
Today's truth today
Your style of while
Your version emergin’
Too truths
Truce truths
Which truth you want
We got em all
Today’s truth at today’s price
For today’s people
Step right up
Step right in it
kleenex xtra

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Wing word round
In classic clown
Till dry discourse
Rues rule
Courts gesture
Of course
Lambs lame lions
And liars lie down
In one main line
Of fool


more foolishness to follow

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