washington, dc

31 october 2008


Nordic Cudgelhead  
Pygal Shield
Warped Speed

About Rod Smith




not a trace
           of passage the head
                      from goes away
the air running over the stone

or dote, as was. its place
a leanient
                                like parallel impart—
the braked seed, a pasted sum in your on—


                    the sealed

                    tranquil half tranquil

                                                   tranquil. a blue bloat
in the jettisoned re-write.

                    blind. separate. dead. animal. place.





                                             cud-monk in the given

              row-row-row like a morphine-sized
                                  rigamarole— the vest fits the missing

deathwatch, has all the trimmings, & slow boss-incised
           bitter yet limber

           beat-me-ups barricade the bot in the scissor—

           that’s the feel good movie

           that’s the barely stained low-fat brain





afterfeathering obverse
insectivorous pusher—

We’re crepidona—
wholemeal halfwits in the bunker silo’s
frontal sinus palate polojama
or else
jumpsuit, yet
the sighting mirror
clogs the thongs & pumps welding
the refueling probe’s washing
counterweight to the cliff’s
pushbutton balaclava

fall up, orange in the grapeleaf, upper in the
upper lateral lobe





           It’s a red solid arrow, run.

           It’s a nice kitty kitty, meow.


                      the most air a fire’s thought twice, kind actual way

           in us our


           But that’s not all.

           Speech two also

           is Sunned: Speech two goes like this:

           The favorite worlds compose other favorite worlds

           & disappear. Twice. A singing and humorous salt wound salve
           which, boasting, sleeps in the blast

           has spears on its boatlike head, runes for runes which misfire                 
           like interests exposed
                                 by a wound. Irregular skull-less new criteria, re-                      
           burnt in an access to their quote efforts unquote. Yet the small lovely
           sons are so obnoxious— unmotivated little snot-nosed snits all
           bitchy with stupid initials & studs on their                                                
           commonplace proverbs, just really fuckin poetic as hell,

           bombed-out Gumby boys what’ll we do what’ll we do

           I think we shouldn’t do a damn thing, just
           assay the drunktanks, deep in our wandlike, um, wands, waded   
           & cudgled & close to the neurosurgical resultants. A glue afire                         
           is about right. Go-go ghosts ourselves why not them too? The                     
           Sun she is not a ship, or cargo-hold  —Stop sayin’ that!

           It is a wonderful chance you’ve given me here to speak to you                     
           in an artistic manner.





              dissonant little dis-in-on-it

              is a real lub-ya-upper, weaker than
              the latter,
              the former, gets a grope on a Polynesian Santa

              feels good, like Being &

                                  a certain hot arid, seemy

              happenstance dance—

              the most famous feel-good helicopters

                                              tend to chew & chew & chew




's latest collection, Deed, was published by the University of Iowa Press in 2007. He is the author of Music or Honesty, Poèmes de l'araignée (France), In Memory of My Theories, The Boy Poems, Protective Immediacy, and New Mannerist Tricycle with Lisa Jarnot and Bill Luoma. A CD, Fear the Sky, came out from Narrow House Recordings in 2005. Smith's work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies including Anthology of New (American) Poets, The Baffler, The Gertrude Stein Awards, Java, New American Writing, Open City, Poésie, Poetics Journal, Shenandoah, and The Washington Review. He edits Aerial magazine, publishes Edge Books, and manages Bridge Street Books in Washington, DC. Smith is also editing, with Peter Baker and Kaplan Harris, The Selected Letters of Robert Creeley for the University of California Press.