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manifest density

March 30th, 2015

Manifest Density

The dulcet covers of culture
cradle unclean cravings
born of worry wind.

The less are jests
to the money whores,
our east to their never met west.

Pipes are getting dirty,
gaslights running low,
no good getting go.

Gotta skim the scum,
prune the plant,
trim the tree.

Sloppy seconds skewer clock,
ticks poison in the talk
of unscratched social itch.

Upperclass tumors
with their cancers of cops
have got to stop.

Or else we lop em off.

– Smith, 3.30.2007


 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #30

March 30th, 2015

 

I want to walk with the
assurance of the up down shoulders of a cat
paw by paw from tranquil recess of my soul’s
best urge intent as clear as the ticking of a tap box
an ytterbium clock a minuetto of clicking tongue
articulated in the thicket a golden needle
embroidering the tapestry of canopy
with honed letter, the dulcimer
of my love

~ Lady

 


 

Limbic Limbo

March 29th, 2015

Limbic Limbo

Large lean long hot-breathed cats
walk the night seeking sip of sum

Feline glide of purr and claw silent awe
past catnipped mouse the odds to even

Through reptile slide of black and white
hot and cold, eat and eaten

These stories grow the long ago
from tangled tongue and ear repeated

Such feed or flight of flux and feel
may strike your heel, Achilles

– Smith, 3.29.2007


 

Smith & Lady March 2015 – Lady’s #29

March 29th, 2015

 

I have my keep… there’s something about a goddess guarding a man that happens in this reality, your goddess wrangling snakes of dualism, emotions zapped to me like lightning I stand under moon and stars and cloud and big star and clouds again and whatnot, I demand banging fists against golden cliffs, I call hot dragon breath and float on mists, I make new myths and tell stories to entertain The Big Listener, yield dividends like taking my earring fishhook pull up islands for our house on rock, yes part of me I’m a lizard wahine with angry red eyes or a totem, a panther, a leaping leopard with curling thirsty tongue, and part of me I gave to you a year subtracted from my own and past lives for many more to yours–one of many barters of my myness for the world–here’s a cast for a greater span for the wise man with kindly growling voice, I do I do, like a huge hug of hand I hold and forage and push I do, I have my keep

~ Lady

 


 

Of Cats, War, Wealth, Love

March 28th, 2015

Of Cats, War, Wealth, Love

Two cats pull Freyja’s chariot across the sky
as she checks on love, collects her half the dead,
her fingers dripping beauty, fertility, war, wealth,
washing divination, magic,
falcon feathered cloak flowing bird behind.

Free us Freyja, o lady of love, pubis of Venus
crying tears of gold over husband grave cold
walking deep in stardust redemption,
please grant us exemption.

But of all your gifts, your skills, your magic will,
best is how you get two cats,
maybe gray, sometimes black,
to pull your sleigh and go where you say
on your where and whim.

Just how dear Goddess do you do that?

– Smith, 3.28.2007


 

 
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