Justin Jacoby Smith is an organizer, web geek, Buddhist, and poet.

irene or whatever her name was

it is a sunday and there has been a hurricane.

trees are resting lazily

on cars up and down the

block, and my sleeping

pills have worn off,

and it is time to get

drunk and make a

visitation to the damage.

the sunlight is clean and


there's a dirty wind

blowing leaves and

worse my way and even yours.