Two Poems || Michael T. Smith

Notes on a Poem 

avant-garde poetry: so so nice --
a genius blending of the light,
which cannot be seen,
but move like an alphin 
        -no, too obscure
…or is it all just a sham?
(No, take out, this out).  Take me
out.  Only delete those words
that I use too much, like a user.
            (is that PC?

and why does that word alone contain the 
connotation of excess?)  <- This line is too 
long, 
yet most of what I want to say I say,

    stop the repetition --
but perhaps what is said instead is art instead

(thinking what rhymes with that --
bed, dead, read, said, bread, head thread, wed --)

or perhaps all art is repetition cleverly disguised.

    Like Truth.

in some classical slants 
oh geez, don’t write like a check-list
…unless, it is a check-list

-love
-relationships
-death
-ife --

        (a typo that can lead into a collision of abc’s into an analogous game of God)


But soft! –ly? (Too Shakespearean – but what an
oxymoron)     
    
    If if if the (meaning, power, merit, worth, interest, value, synonym -- ) of the poem (article needed?  Speaking in plural? Do these words contain too many social connotations?  Should I avoid connotations? Even the word



This is not a poem II

Ceci n'est pas une –
I don’t speak French, 
I’m not even casually acquainted with it really, so it may

        Be. 

Full stop.  

More so, I don’t smoke --
    said the man
to the
    man,                (himself)
    But I do know how to lie.


This godwottery will only grow,
        can ever know


the treachery of life.