simply not into biology

i am not my presentation
u cant make me out from
the ledging
paragraphs
i am not into
diagrams
polyrhythmic charts
grafting reason
i have none
concerning simple biology
i wont trade body marks
rough draft image blue prints
hyroglyphics fold out
open into an olden pie
graph
im not about archaeology
im not my suitcase baby
just take me

jes culls a poem

jes culls

wading thru
cocksure traversing
less the rhythm
culls-thru

makes it somehow
stealing long the walls
thru

with one eyes
on and
mirth and how
thru u
my honey one
and only

jes culls

yo call did not
go thru yet
you are still wading
among

the muck that hull
on yr soul does
a doosey on
the shoes i trample
on making me the way
to you

thru who?
jes culls i said so

white waters

we'll leave the boat alone
no embarrasments
regrets or
reminders at all

just a sail fair on and well

leave the boat alone

dont caption the captain
refrain from using the deck
go alone in the stall

no pockets left
no ink trail whoddunwhat

just a sail fair on and well

Daniel Thompson song

found this old song looking for a flashlight....written in maybe 2003 for Cleveland's own Danny T.

the browns of his eyes
are whiskey and cola
whites of em bright
as ten old st nick souls

aw a picture cant tell him
to someone aint know him
here's to wishin him on
heres to wishin him on

ringer of silence
pops, the old man of color
sellor of sea shell shaped
stanzas and chorus of beard

cleveland wont have him next year
heres to wishin him on
heres to wishin him on
                                                                      image by Steven B. Smith
speaker of truth                                                        
when u know that he's lying                                                                                                      
whistles a deuce
when he mays well be cryin
great folders manilla
store up his poems
so he finds the right one
to put someone at home

ringer of silence
the old man of color
sellor of junkyard poems
medicine beard

cleveland wont have him next year
heres to wishing him on
heres to wishing him on

New Book

Just printed copies of Bree Songs
which collects songs written between 1992-2010. Some are currently in the catalog of The Culls, a Cleveland band made up of chefs, mainly. Sensual, spiritual and bluesy at times.

for a copy tuck a few dollars
into an envelope and mail to

Green Panda Press
3174 Berkshire Rd.
Cleveland Heights
OH 44118