Some days I don’t bathe
And really that’s okay.
Why should I waste
This precious water away?
Though on other days,
From under the sun’s rays,
Crud fills my face
No matter where I play.
But mud pies do not taste,
And soap will not erase
This fast-pasted head case
Of life that is not a race.
Original music by Casey Smith
www.ohiocasey.bandcamp.com
Saturday came knockin’
But couldn’t tell her no
I told you she’s one
Of the Devil’s daughters
Hands to yourself
But your mind still lingers
On Saturday’s curves
And yesterday’s nightmares
When Tuesday comes
You barely recognize
Because Saturday’s stench
Still drowns your bleary eyes
Yet Tuesday waits
Proud in her freckled skin
Knowing Saturday is temporary
And Tuesday never forgets
Nothing moves faster than the speed of light,
But we’re moving at the speed of nothing.
Atoms rip apart,
And black holes surge.
Energy is not lost,
But where is all ours going?
Particles erupting
From an unstable purity.
Antimatter, canceling out thoughts,
Playing chicken in the mind.
One wrong swerve, a collision course to nothing,
And proving what can’t be disproved.
Two tired mermaids
Lay on Seal Rock
Crashing sun and white water
Against their salty skin
Secrets weren’t on their lips
But they whispered anyways
For the sake of friendship tales
Locking fishtails instead of pinkies
Greens, blues, yellow hues
They dream because they can
Giving themselves up to magic
And floating through the tide’s enchantment
Somewhere farther down
Fishermen lurk with pointy hooks
Lusting over the catch
Different dreams mounted on those walls
Though they’ll never net the mystic friends
Because they do not dream
Or believe in magic
Those imaginations, crushed by the swell
Sharing glances of understanding
No need for words in our abandoning
Passing buildings of endings
And roads of new beginnings
Glancing, rubble eyeing from afar
Bank rolling thin, but no need from a car
Giggling sunshine cheeks brighter than a star
Mind keeping secrets in a jar
Crashing waves against skin
And March reeling winter in
While the seals’ barking begins
And, too, our own shelling from within
Soaring trees shaking down seeds
Coasting west of ancient needs
Glittering reeds of salted beads
Fleeing shores of misty deeds
Tall standing on dinosaur bones
Mounting firmly on a nature throne
No need for shining tones
All mother’s generous loans
Washing pearled sand from long-grown hair
And tangling feet in kelpy lairs
Enjoying pairs of sleepy dares
Mashing tracks of unknown cares
No need for tracing solemn agenda
Wondering over the next contender
Living easily in boring splendor
Enjoying ages of raw adventure
And then the clouds parted,
And there was a shift in the sense.
Below was a mosaic of farmlands,
Of squares filled with circles and streams.
A protective blanket lay over them,
Shielding them from the harms of the sky.
Then, in the distance, a plane flies over,
Disturbing their artful silence.
Flying side by side,
The giant birds scream on;
Their voices a deep roar,
A corruption of the peaceful land.
Lying on the blanket
A man and a woman.
They roll playfully on pillow-top mountains,
Smiling as the clouds envelope them.
Then as their blanket parts,
They fall through it’s deceptive netting,
Down into the sepia mosaic;
Where different squares are really all the same.
Casey's Shadow Cat Imaginarium 