''Folly''
mischief
Mischief
Poems-
K. Scott Smith
1).
My Father was a railroad man,
my Mother loved Jesus.
In this life you're left with what you've kept,
and what that seems to mean,
you are no greater than what you seem.
2).
Stifled,
strange entries,
Collections,
of the logic of a dream.
Then he stood up and took his shield
and his sword.
Was it a dream?
Or some newer,
more mature kind of fatalism?
3).
Pretty dark haired distractions,
all plump and full of mist chief.
Smile at her-
to be admired and not much more.
4).
The besieged heart of a city,
daydreaming of triumphant splendor.
Glory only lions and Kings are meant to know,
fruits only the profound are meant to taste.
So let your heart have it's day,
worn on the sleeve of a white button up shirt.
Covered by brown blazer-
the destruction of Thebes in one of your hands,
mutiny in one eye.
Mountains below us.
The sky and the sun met
and mingled
in the dreary heights.
I saw these places in a dream.
5).
Bent poles,
Pretty boys,
Beautiful women,
Orange pumpkins,
A season for everything-
A wish
A prayer
A whim
A song.
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Poems-
K. Scott Smith
1).
My Father was a railroad man,
my Mother loved Jesus.
In this life you're left with what you've kept,
and what that seems to mean,
you are no greater than what you seem.
2).
Stifled,
strange entries,
Collections,
of the logic of a dream.
Then he stood up and took his shield
and his sword.
Was it a dream?
Or some newer,
more mature kind of fatalism?
3).
Pretty dark haired distractions,
all plump and full of mist chief.
Smile at her-
to be admired and not much more.
4).
The besieged heart of a city,
daydreaming of triumphant splendor.
Glory only lions and Kings are meant to know,
fruits only the profound are meant to taste.
So let your heart have it's day,
worn on the sleeve of a white button up shirt.
Covered by brown blazer-
the destruction of Thebes in one of your hands,
mutiny in one eye.
Mountains below us.
The sky and the sun met
and mingled
in the dreary heights.
I saw these places in a dream.
5).
Bent poles,
Pretty boys,
Beautiful women,
Orange pumpkins,
A season for everything-
A wish
A prayer
A whim
A song.
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