''Folly''

To No Avail


''To No Avail ''
K. Scott Smith - December 2011





Oracle of shadows

Illuminate this heart

These bones

Animate this season without name

Recolections of standing quietly in the bathroom

smiling in the mirror

(getting ready for 'work'.)*

The return of winds,

Changing courses,Constellations

The heavy yoke of magnetic waves

The turning of a thousand keys

Life living itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

2.A boy finds two wooden sticks

he fashions them in to a crusifix.

His own crusade

a private march.

 

 

 

 

 

3.voices singing in the silence

Words I cannot understand

A strange tounge.

Echanted, I arrise.

I soar!

 

 

 

I have been relentless in my transgressions

I seek not  forgivness.

I am just wandering about

on Pages and in Ink.

 

 

 

 

 

 

4.Something meant to be isnt necessarily meant to last.

 

Cast in Iron will

Razorsharp wits

I long to be among men who live by greater myths.

 

 

 

 

 

 

5.So I wrote the words and left it at that.

 

 

 

 

 

6.Wrapped up in coats, sweaters,

 sneakers and scaves (part your hair).

 Cross a bridge,

 Start a fire.

 

 

Dont get so angry

Someone is going to take over

can you do better?

 

Pour your hearts into little pots

let them rot and ruin in the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

7.Kingdom of grass

Laid in ruinslaid to waist

Lay the dead in rows in the grass.

 

Here in the ranks of afternoon breezes

Warm and pleasant

I am like a busy marketplace

A citadel.

 

I will lead a lost cause

Down a long road

For no reason at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

8.Heres an arrow, use it!

The scar will be my prize!

The grave my heirloom

Theres Fate, pushing you aside

Pushing me aside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9.My confession did nothing for my cause

How foolish of me to bare myself in such a way.

Always too late.

Too little,Too late.

What will come will come to the fool who waits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10,places in the city to hide

to cause a scene,

to drink, to be murdered.

 

I stay awake or sleep all day

I don't remember I cannot recall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

11.Quiet comes through the hole in the fences.

     So far so good then the room begins to spin!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

12.The city lights once seemed so bright

I walked spellbound into apartments and parking lots.

Anywhere, really.

I went wherever I wanted.

Oh, how the city and I change.


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