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

GorillaJohn Dooley