Category Archives: Poetry

Taylor Mead RIP

Freedom is the trick word of the century Let’s go to Capri this spring Out of Show-Business into a real love affair. It’s dangerous –– this world I don’t know whether it’s good or bad or sad. In my field I’m the best! And I don’t know what that field is ! ! ? ? [...]

This Is Punk

Richard Hell “I decided I wanted out because it was killing me, and I couldn’t see where to go with it that wouldn’t be fatal.” I’m glad Richard Hell survived the years. THE TROUBLE If this were everything I wanted it to be It still wouldn’t be what I want it to be.

The Dearth of Wealth

No one in the USA will rebel until they surrender their dream of instant wealth. ‘Who wants to be a Millionaire’ is a lie. A million dollars after taxes lasts a poor man about three years, unless he throws away his telephone and stops talking to his family. The Lottery is a scam. Most of [...]

Warm Weather

Warm weather bluffed the coming of Spring Cold winter rejected the season’s brief fling. Azaleas shivered under black lightning. Yellow jonquils fought off their floral fading. Today the gray clouds carried a day of foreboding. Tomorrow I pray for one thing, the sunshine. Same as everyone. I want warm. A POEM BY PETER NOLAN SMITH

Auld Lang Syne

2012 will come to an end this evening. 2013 has already dawned on my young family in Thailand. Seven hours remain in 2012 at the Fort Greene Observatory. Darkness lay heavy over the borough of Brooklyn and a bottle of Riesling stands on my desk as my passport to the new year. Tonight I will [...]