terry smith : Writing

The first act of the traveling Vegas Casino

The first act of the traveling Vegas Casino

A Poem by terry smith


Yeah, maybe we do drink do a large amount of drugs swear real loud and smoke like a tire fire but we work hard and we play hard for running a k..
Staff meal

Staff meal

A Poem by terry smith


In the restaurant where I cut my teeth we did what was called a staff or family meal before dinner service someone would make a large salad a..
So you want to be a Chef

So you want to be a Chef

A Poem by terry smith


This jobis insanity at it's finestlong hoursincredible heatdeafening noise and constant struggleto make a symphonyout of chaosit is the closest thingt..
Just a warm body

Just a warm body

A Poem by terry smith


When you invited me overi thought that you wantedto see mebut when i sawthe sadness in your eyeswhile we were making lovei realized youjust didn't wan..
You're still coming to work aren't you

You're still coming to work aren't you

A Poem by terry smith


I rememberthe first timeI missed a dayof workmy motherhadjust diedand I had to go homethat was ithit the homeagefor a daythen right back to workin thi..
Milk

Milk

A Poem by terry smith


She was a dimedoin timelike the girls on Sunset stripbe carefulwhat you wish forthis girl don't miss a trickdrives me insaneshe's in my veinsthis girl..
An American slumdog millionaire

An American slumdog millionaire

A Poem by terry smith


just enough moneyto buy a pack of smokesa fifth of whiskey& some new clothesfrom the goodwillfrom my book Sid & Mary ( Opal) a journey into th..
Danza della anime

Danza della anime

A Poem by terry smith


With bravura strokesshe paints a tapestryof desires & ancient woundsupon wisps of shadowslong succumbed to darknessbound by umbilical threadscream..
Femme fatale sentir bleu

Femme fatale sentir bleu

A Poem by terry smith


Oleander and ethanolclung to her lipslike the faded bruisefrom a lovers touchskulls bloom dead crocuswith shadows of babies breathin the iris of her e..
Musical chairs

Musical chairs

A Poem by terry smith


I only go there for the donutsthe chairs are hard and coldeven though I am sweatingwhile a symphony of boo hoo'sencompass the circlethe violinist on m..