Ken Smith Poems

  • 1.
    At evening watches the duck
    slow feeding the waterline.

    Praises the duck. Such a fine
    ...
  • 2.
    thereâ??s only ever one argument: his,
    bawling out whoever punctuates
    the brief intervals his cussing
    | interrupts, something unheard, reason perhaps.
    ...
  • 3.
    I tell a wanderer's tale, the same
    I began long ago, a boy in a barn,
    I am always lost in it. THe place
    is always strange to me. In my pocket
    ...
  • 4.
    Sure today it could come in a fast plane
    named perhaps for the pilot's mother,
    the city ends in a smear in the road
    and that in a child's shoe. No one
    ...
  • 5.
    After Max Ernst's 'Europe after the Rain'

    In the dark
    each sits alone
    ...
  • 6.
    They spent my life plotting against me.
    With nothing to do but cultivate themselves,
    but to be there, aligning their shadows,
    they were planning to undo me,
    ...
  • 7.
    They are listening in the wires,
    in the walls, under the eaves
    in the wings of house martins,
    in the ears of old women,
    ...
  • 8.
    To Mohács
    in the marshlands, still in the pouring rain,
    August 29th, 1526, where those summoned
    and hastily gathered died in thousands
    ...
  • 9.
    one thing then another

    one story then another conversation
    always interrupted by another conversation
    ...
Total 9 Poems by Ken Smith

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