Zooey Smith On Sidewalk At Belmont
Summer
Warm sidewalk café with microbrew summer simmer
Cig smoke going a hundred directions
Good feelings feeling good
and mighty warm that summer
Microtasty smackity yummin
at the pizza joint in sun summer day
And 8 more hours of that day bright left
And Zooey Smith comes along in jeep stump
Parking at the pizza joint
She goes past me to the store
Making walkapella
She goes past me to the store
Me thinking
There goes Zooey Smith
with hair pointies goes to the store
Me thinking
There goes Zooey Smith
High on strut goes to the store
Me thinking
There goes Zooey Smith
Nose nudging the puffy clouds goes to the store
And microbuddy and ciggy friend
and sun in summer sunny fun
with Zooey Smith going to the store
makes me think of the little readings and shows shared
The ones with me and Zooey Smith
And me standing there like a jeep stump
And Zooey Smith riding Laurie Anderson around stage
grunting man-y man-y poems in funny boy voice
Waving, prancing and making spookyface
And turns me to look again
at Zooey Smith going to the store
Sees her sitting on sidewalk, knee hugging
Saddish and pyramidical
seeming caught between tough tears and going to the store
Me thinking
Zooey Smith and I are not friends
Not really
Me thinking
Don’t give a shit, sip sippy microciggy
and sunburn those lip strips man
Don’t give no howdy!
But the tough tear seems to be moving
And she’s a human like you baby boy, a human like you!
Sitting in her sad bags staring at the inside of a teary
So the micro boos and the ciggy boos
and sun sunny sun frowns down
Me thinking okay okay okay
and me getting up and walking down
to sidewalk sitting
wall leaning Zooey Smith
Me saying
You okay Zooey Smith?
She looking
Like faced with giant testicle talking
Like fear of giant testicle
and fear of talking testicle at that
She looking
Like she knew me not
Like we never stepped on stages
Or made wordy tag team dirty love to audiences in tandem
or shared space or air or friends or anything but
stranger
Zooey Smith looks at me as the hated despised
In fact so cold and vacant
of human like you, baby boy
Talking to Zooey mad woman teary angry at helpful testicle
Me thinking…
To Zooey Smith
Me giant testicle talking
Not poet
Not peer
Not Human
Not worth her time
She growls and barks
Scares me the testicle into a very hateful Mr. Resentful Testicle
Back now in outside seaty seat
Zooey Smith behind me
burning her shadow stain
onto sidewalk
onto me
my back
Microbad, nasty tasty ciggy shit
Sun bleeds black like Zooey Smith roots
Like Zooey Smith heart
Must look to ex girlfriends
Spikes
A dead end white
Where do these thunderheads come from?
xxx