Two Poems

by Michael T. Smith

Lurid Similes

The world never is, but is under
a staunch magnifying glass —
seen like broke-back ants —
scholars and bastards — pointing
out miniscule details
that are subject (sensu lato)
to the eye of the beholder
(albeit on some busted TV set,
admiring the world in a more palatable size
just as all of us do without realizing it,
even though we’re beholden to another other),
singing the same strain to you until your mouth
betrays you and sings it for me instead,
saying ‘if only the birds wore emblems
on their pecks
to warn you of them’ – while looking
something like a tombstone
for a living doll,
but I live in this goddamn box
that I call my goddam world – just like you,
or something like you,
but to distant too,
who runs on and on for no reason
than to brag that they do so –
so smile, smile at what you think is disgusting
because the word of God was whispered
in my ear,
but I couldn’t hear
the Word he was saying.

Los Alamos

Lost in the Los Alamos
with the ‘istic’ of the doo men
talking a million miles an hour,
on a highway of lights.
I am. One, listening to the oboe of
playing his funeral March for the
And who am bien I: All this
but Aaron the edge of melody.
My mind is being bent at a right angle.

Lost in Los Alamos
in a theistic farrago of the door men,
who talk a million miles an hour
into a cherished plastic bag.
I am One, listening to the oboe of
playing his funeral March for the
And who am I being? All this
to say “Error on” the edge of melody
for my mind is being bent at a right angle.

Michael T. Smith is an Assistant Professor of the Polytechnic Institute at Purdue University, where he received his PhD in English.  He teaches cross-disciplinary courses that blend humanities with other areas.  He has published over 30 poems in the last year in over 10 different journals (including Bitterzoet, Visitant, Tau Poetry Journal, Eunoia Review, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Bitchin Kitsch, and Taj Mahal Poetry Journal among others).  He also has critical work recently published in Symbolism and Cinematic.  He loves to travel.

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