AN UTOPIA BY WILLY SMART

so we'll make sure all the rhinoceroses are satiated and reproducing faster than dying so that once we begin to convert our fibrous muscle to liquid flows pressurized under our out-turned skeletons and with what new strength tear out the pavements we must know full well of seeds for the gravelled rubble sprout tall garden underfoot the rhinoceros pads and nourishes as well as their riders so well the only commodity being flowers are sold as well digested the paths kept short enough path length still used gourds exchanged value for the task of appetite then apt instruments as moments of unsatiating filled necessary w/ nonconceptual fingerings.

Oil Spill Poems

wrote these for the Poets For Living Waters:


Alternative Kitty

It’s hard to know [what
to do
about everything…

We’ve gotten ourselves in such
a pickle
with this [hole
polluting the earth thing…

We ate too many cookies
and sp [oiled
our dinner…

How to stop the gears, shifting and twisting, [out of control?

I don’t think it’s up to me
to change
the [world,

but I still choose to ride]

my bike.



Optometrist Appointment

people see what they want
to see
but what goes unseen?
Time forgot African babies and
Occupied Tibet
though the magazine will remind you of
HAITI EARTHQUAKE and
GULF OIL SPILL
-babies in Africa are still dying of
starvation
(your damn hamburgers and Cap’n Crunch aren’t going to save them
from malnutrition)
-Tibet is still occupied
(the Dalai Lama did not originate in India)
-Haiti was a poor-as-shit island
no one
cared
about before people died EN-MASS
(in my opinion, this disaster saved lives)
-and we’re spending
all this energy trying to fix
one leaking hole we poked
in the earth while ignoring the rest…
(how many have to blow up before we figure it out?)
can you read between the lines?

to see what’s still hidden


at the bottom



of







the see



g.v.

goods

Goods

Paper, the anniversary sediment
laugh tracking tongue
furry as a ring box
open for alms,
brisk business in
the year of jars
of ethyl acetate,
for ticks still
life through still life
when motion, being seen
without safety, agitated me half to death.
It was smart meat: flocking behavior
still clinging to the high grade breast.
The sleepy town rocked out
to the all time greatest hits
of small charming mammals from the 80s and 90s.
Best of “it's like I'm her person".
Best of men with big creased arms & largess sensitive so early
it could be otherwise. The threat of footfall in three parts:
heel, toe, point.
Perhaps the body is too
young to understand
the gravity of its stupid situation.
What did I do to deserve this dumb
cartoon suit, the brass
tacks to chase liquor
board with watersign;
hunch nursed to zeal
career tenderness - the hawk
takes conies from the hutch
like a fireman
now moves
with animal will or
“instinct” when illiterate,
“consensus” when they pair-
scare quotes-
"for life"

-pccs