Saturday, July 28, 2018

Unpublishable Poems By Michael T. Smith

Michael T. Smith is an Assistant Professor of the Polytechnic Institute at Purdue University, where he received his PhD in English.  He teaches cross-disciplinary courses that blend humanities with other areas. He has published over 60 pieces (poetry and prose) in over 30 different journals.



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A Poem Excavated from Naked Lunch:

He turns
into Rock and Roll hoodlum.

"I screw

the old gash

like a crossword puzzle what relation to me is the outcome if it outcome? My father already or not yet?

I can't screw you, Jack,
you is about to become
my father,
and better
'twere to cut your throat and screw my mother playing it straight than my father or

vice versa

mutatis mutandis as the case may be,

and cut my mother's throat,

that sainted gash,

though it be the best way I know to stem her word hoard and


her asset. I mean when a fellow be caught short in the switches and don't know is he to offer up his ass

to 'great big daddy'

or commit a

torso job on his old lady. Give me two ---s and a prick of steel and keep your dirty finger out of my sugar bum what you think I am a purple-assed reception already fugitive from Gibraltar? Male and female

castrated he them. Who can't distinguish between the sexes? I'll cut your throat you white mother fucker. Come out in the open like my grandchild and meet thy unborn mother in dubious battle. Confusion hath his masterpiece, I have cut the janitor's throat quite by mistake of identity, he being such a horrible like the old man. And in the coal bin all cocks are alike."


a heart, not so very distant
a heart, not so very distant
a heart, not so very distant
a heart not so very distant
a heart, NOT so very distant
a heart, not so very distant
a heart, not so very distant…

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