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City Mice Country Gone

April 18th, 2014

City Mice Country Gone

Three mice gone.
Two set free.
Three undone before referee.
Three dead brought dread,
Who we to choose undone?
Catch and release instead
Out in park with lark and sun.
Sorry first three gone.

– Smith, 4.18.2014


Unassembly Line

April 17th, 2014


Unassembly Line

‘Sometimes during assembly
it is best to be two people’
the instruction sheet dissembles
and I laugh at this gaff
as if I could get me down to two
to yes and no and right and wrong
and here and there
instead of all faux everywhere
for many much outside my head
needs me to be mirror and mat
for this and that
and other else from selling shelf
to play the elf
because you and you and you and you
can’t use true fool
so I’m many mans with but two hands
two eyes to store the many more
two lives to live for many give
to dance a jig in game of rig
in sacred is
the many win choose me to lose
in sly reply no asking why
just human biz
while me and me and me and more
walk through the door
answer bell
so say can say that tell can sell
the just not quite assembled right
with screws untight
and might unright
and win again
yet yen no end
beginning in this wheel unround
the reel unsound
so oh to be a Steppenwolf
with but two me’s to be
two eyes to see
to close this gulf
or even more
to be just one
in one fine sun
I would adore

– Smith, 4.17.2014

open other in



April 17th, 2014


I’m gonna gold pan my reality
’til everything I see’s in happy relation
the stuff inside
and out

A gold pan that’s my mind, or window
or mirror… all… embroidery…
a metaphor that’s more,
a handle
on the big It

I’ll hold it tenderly, that gold pan
and when I find stuff that’s not so happy,
treat it with compassion, mend it, heal it,
work it o’er into the rest like a loam
that cures the culture

I can rest; I can rest at times
and I can work; there’s much work
to be done ratcheting pieces
into place

When I’m tired I’ll put myself
into the dish, lay in the hammock,
suspend myself in web of life and Spirit
natural machinery passing its energy through me
kindling the best regenerative capacity
I have

~ Lady


Spring sprung?

April 16th, 2014


Spring sprung
Worm squirm
Bird flirt alert

– Smith, 4.16.2014

Wrote this two days ago when it was 78 degrees and the birds were courting in the sun. Guess after yesterday’s and today’s snow and cold, it ain’t “finally” after all.

Tomorrow we try again. Maybe spring will come back for my poem.

Woke with portion of remembered dream. Lady and I were flown in a cargo plane to a desert plain in Africa. Got out, walked across the sands with a knobby walking stick that kept getting stuck, then climbed an extremely steep cliff which had many people wearing only loin cloths perched on its face. I climbed three-fourths the way up, turned my back to the cliff, planted my stick, and stared out over the plain. Guy next to me asked if I knew what was going on and I said I had absolutely no idea where I was or what I was doing there, and he said incredulously, “You mean you don’t know what’s up top?” I said no, and as he opened his mouth to tell me, I woke. Good dream, but bummer waking before the revelation.


Once Upon a Time

April 15th, 2014


Once Upon a Time

Best ice cream I’ve ever eaten
I hand cranked myself on our farm
best butter I had I hand churned as well
I’d milk the cow
get a gallon or two of milk
one-fourth which was cream
skim off the top
plop it in the butter churn
add some salt and crank away
sold a gallon of milk for fifty cents
pound of butter fifty cents
dozen eggs fifty cents
all this in the mid 1950s of course
roaming the woods from pond to pond
apple tree to apple tree
bare breasts in the barn
bare bodies in the field
post atomic bomb but pre-space
the last honorable Republican in the White House
TV’s golden age glowing
brand new rock ‘n roll fast fun
gas 27 cents a gallon
three channels on TV
party line phones
AM radio only
45s and 33 and a thirds
riding my bicycle everywhere
racing our miniature collie Lassie down dirt roads
climbing trees
climbing barns and sliding off roofs
climbing wind mills
lying in high grass in breeze of summer sun
watching no news
reading no news
knowing no news
the people in charge good enough at lying
so we didn’t know how crooked they were
all that mattered was sun and fun and girls
sad we were poor but not miserable about it
hopeful for the future
grateful for the present
and now six decades later
with over say and over prey and over stay
really really thankful for that past

– Smith, 4.15.2014

on the farm


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