The Mouth of Joe
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A Lawn Jockey Christmas Carol
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Tim Smith sings his great carol!
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A Christmas Memoir
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A Christmas Memoir Tim Smith Remembers Christmas. Gondar Avenue. Long Beach. Eternity...
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Neath The Vallarta Moon
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Ominous wingbeats in a coprophage sky neath the Vallarta moon. Merchants and Bankers an other fine cankers have it all figured out.... From the Parapark Tapes.
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I Am Samson Shillitoe
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The poet takes up his Lyre. From The Parapark Tapes
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Ahmed in the Rug
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A short Ahmed in the Rug poem from The Parapark Tapes
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At Con Nach Naugh
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The great Tim Smith recites Joe Green's "At Con Nach Naugh." From "The Parapark Tapes."
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The Preposterous Doors of the Moon
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Ezra Pound, Joe Green, the Doors of the Moon.
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At the Mermaid Tavern: Stave 1
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Bill Wordsworth and Blind Lemon Jefferson meet at the Mermaid Tavern.
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The Chains of the Sea Stave 56 We Are Peckatus
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The Sirens of Titan I had installed when I was 19 went off! The Klaxons ululated. I took one quick glance at Display 19, Holy Christ! I pressed the “All Hands button.” Loneliest roared into the Megatron. “Battle Stations! Battle Stations! Attack! Attack!” And the red lights on the display came on one by one as the robots assigned to each gun hurried to fetch a crew member to their duty. All three of us gazed intently at the screen… I have never seen anything like it. It was smashing towards us at 3.3...
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There might be a way to come to know
These sacred hidden stepping stones
Although there are paths to being alone
Everything worthwhile will grow
Pleads every word from the mouth of Joe
After the valley of death is past
It feels so good to share a laugh
After the dread songs’ cruel blow
You will sing like no one has before
Pleads every word from the mouth of Joe
He’s rethinking the sinking of the stars
On napkins at 4 AM in coffee bars
Scraps of poems aching for metamorphosis
The sinking stars symbolizing that or this.
Every word from the mouth of Joe
We know life’s an ancient metaphor