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poetry and poet nathan smith

sam rah goose

coming off the top of his head

needing the necessary, like,

necessary don't need anything

and that is where the colors washed to life.

      a barb

from a silver plate strawberry

from the pass-down tea set

blessed by the manor priest;

     an arrowhead came

guns became helium

balloons over the tan

graincloth sky.

             Jan! Jan!

       what of where you were?

Count back to there.

what you do with sex what

you do with rumor—

puff up, extravagance in one's head.

     story inside story copped from the occult

     and how you felt.

fail through english, spanish

pass a note to a boy who spent it on someone else

                                                                20 Feb 08