All songs begin:
“I looked at the same world everyday”
(Not that there’s another one to choose from)
Like an obscure painting hanging in a public gallery
From, say, the 17th Century:
Only understood as something understood
Such am I until some shy visitor enters me
Performing jumping jacks within my stomach,
Who’s gingerly looking sexy
Like a thought let loose from a string.
And so these anxious sprites –
Each one a king and queen
Of some undefined lost land
Rule the kingdom with an iron foot:
Subjecting the green grass to a new law.
These are the moments of beauty:
When Old Time sits in a comfy chair
Amongst all his little peers
And he falls asleep.
Such that the lumped moment, outside itself,
Becomes a constant friend.
Michael T. Smith is an Assistant Professor of the Polytechnic Institute at Purdue, where he received his PhD in English in May, 2014. He teaches cross-disciplinary courses that blend humanities with other areas. His poetry has been most recently published in Tau Poetry Journal, Eunoia Review, Taj Mahal Poetry Journal, Zombie Logic Review, and the Asahi Poetry Journal. He also has critical work forthcoming in Symbolism and Cinematic. He has most recently attended the 2016 CCCC conference as well as 2016 NeMLA conference.