Fernando Smith
Artist
Poet
Performer
Poetry 4
The stain and the memory of the stain
I was the one who tossed
kittens on the fire
the one who took your hand
and danced on the street
lost in the middle of
Europe, seeing it
was working I made a
promise targeted
deep into your ear. In
a hushed canoodle
I laid down a straight four
to the floor, none of
this beating around the
bush
"Today, please"
Boom!
Later, you told me your
story by the sweep
of the river. Someone
passed by sniffing, his
nose was bleeding as he
remembered a girl
a singer
a movie
a schoolteacher's car
something far, far away.