Do you know how ataraxia tastes?

I change like places.
Color and color the movement
"I was sure that I was human",
Thought the kaleidoscope.

Can't be explained,
I just am what i am like Dada.
Ridicule won't bother the gypsy

Would you like to hear turquoise?
Life is beautiful.

An unknown philosopher formed a rock band,
Shortly after talking to Chance the Gardener.

Visit me in a caravan,
The quest starts in there,
Too few enigmatic passengers.

Originally written 3/30/11
Revised 10/21/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Minuscule cockroaches creak
Conspicuously around the crude crumbs
On the dusty kitchen counter,
And tadpoles squirm in the cremated creek.

The porridge poured itself
For the poor stray kitten,
Who was too spritely
For eureka's euthanization,
Triumphant in trespassing
The proximity of the porch.

Meanwhile, the revolving rover
Imitated the raunchy rocket ships,
Launching like fervent fertility
Interceding September's secret,
Sacred admirers of ethereal pyres.
The sepulchre's soma
Spread from the peach's center
Like the terrific thighs of a virile *****.

Jurassic travels ,
Machines running on ancient carcass,
Annulling the terra firma
Of its aloe vera-like virginity,
And courtesans adorned with jewels,
Pretending to be Aphrodite?

Just as Jupiter does,
Joy wears covetous rings..


Originally written 8/12/11
Revised 10/19/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Ink splatters all over my hands,
I won't give it a chance to sink in.

Fully aware up until this second...

You avert bad omen,
But I desperately need
It for french toast.
Raise your glasses,
I'll say cheers.

Let's be consoled.
Cure your fear,
It make me nauseous.

What does creativity
Have to do with logic?

Self-conscious ***** whales
Buy **** Sapiens Sapiens perfume,
And at the graveyard Lara Croft raids tombs.
Go hallucinate like the hippie zombie,
Meeting doomsday soon.

Originally written 3/23/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

The burst of energy flashes----
Breaking into the shy night
Like an abrasive lightning strike.
Arising..arousing...
Hyped...

Originally written 8/2/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Closed ears refuse to listen
To anyone other than themselves,
Closed hearts shun empathy,
Closed minds don't see anything beyond
Their own limited perception,
This includes closed eyes,
Although sometimes you have to
Close your physical eyes
In order to see with your mind's eye.

Being closed means being deprived.

Be open to all existence,
Be open to  new experiences,
Be open to knowledge,
Be open to wisdom,

And then be ready
To fill your cup to
The brim with hemlock
For corrupting the youth
With clarity and liberty.

Originally written 1/30/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

Somehow the rest of the day
Fleeted like our fragile thoughts.

The preoccupied crustacean
Washed upon the shore,
Thanks to the high tide,
A swirl of earthly obsessions.

An old woman awoke early
In the morning to water her bonsai.
Who is that at the front door?
Who could it possibly be?
Was it the childbearing of symmetry
From a timid chamber?

Does a poet create poetry or does poetry create a poet?

Read and decide for me.

Originally written 4/10/11
Revised 10/18/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith