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Liberty Green 7.26.2016

July 26th, 2016

bearhappy

I guess Lady K is finally the aunt she so wants to be, and I am an uncle. Strange.

Liberty Green 7.26.2016

Small new life creeping
into big old world
as night slips to day

Baby being born

seedpods


 

trickle down

July 24th, 2016

thataway

Trickle Down

Half a dozen nuthin’
a quarter pound of loss
a bit more downward moving
counting up the cost
eat some processed sugar
standing in the rain
swallow lies of someone
higher up the chain
fill my empty pockets
with lint and empty words
hope I don’t get locked up
or put before the sword
whistle past the graveyard
while trying to get a taste
of what the high are hording
as I tighten belt at waist
seems this trickle’s warm
and a wee bit yellow
why do the rich
have to piss on us below?

– Smith, 7.24.2016

thisfit


 

zen wend

July 23rd, 2016

pilgrimsprogress

Zen Wend

Looking for the nice in the nasty
the quiet in the chaos
the kind in the mean

Trying to miss the mud
seeking happy in midst of sad
the still in rush of stream

– Smith, 7.23.2016

nullvoid


 

half dozen nuthin’

July 22nd, 2016

onewaymirror

Trump/Hillary

U.S. Presidential Election 2016

Where’s the bathroom?
I gotta take a Trump.

Forget the people’s will, Hillary?
A Wall Street shill, are ye?

– Smith, 7.22.2016

lesserevillesser of the evil


 

magic shopping cart creature dream

July 22nd, 2016

dreamscheme

What a marvelous happy dream, exceedingly strange.

We were derelicts, living in alleys, abandoned buildings, each with different abilities. One of the things I could do was ride my stainless steel shopping cart. I’d sit or lay or stand on it and glide silently through the alley, up and down stairs, moving it with my mind. We were happy, and gentle if left alone. No one saw us because we were bums. But two normal crept in and tried to take us. I flung myself headfirst through the air down the stairs and in flight twisted around and gutted one of the bad guys with my fingers, faster than one could see I sliced his abdomen open in three flaps and emptied his insides in a second. I didn’t turn him into a creature, just a corpse. There was so much more but as I woke from excitement to get up to write it down, Mandy Cat lay on my belly and I stayed there for her purr knowing her happiness was more important than the dream details, and when she did get down from the bed, she vomited so we had to clean it up and more of the dream was lost. But each of us had different abilities, we were all friends, friendly, gentle, happy, we’d sing silently in comradeship, be of one mind. Everything was dark, the clothes old, the coats long, scraggly, but dirt wasn’t a factor because we were part of everything in collaboration, enjoyed gliding through the city lights at night. And I was sooooo happy, the dream was happy, my fellow creatures were happy, everything was perfect, as it should be, one with reality, but 90% of the dream is gone, but I’m left with a happy glow I hold to me like a warm hug.

So now it’s 4:30, been up an hour sitting in dark with pen and flashlight catching what I can, tingling with happy.

This is what happens when I go two weeks without smoking. Grass erases my dreams when I wake. Not smoking because of money troubles, but it’s worth it for dreams like this, these dreams are my night treasures.

– Smith, 7.22.2016

dreamtea


 

no Eve she

July 21st, 2016

ruhungry2

Status Report 227

Open freezer looking for nibbles
find none

Open fridge yet again for immediate eats
find none

Closing door I see wife’s note:

R U HUNGRY
ENOUGH TO
EAT AN
APPLE??

Yes!

Grab apple
bite into spoiled pulp
spit it out

No Eve she

– Smith, 7.21.2016

smith&lady


 

bridge work

July 20th, 2016

bridgework0

Bridge Work

Riding my bicycle on the highway overpass
I see this written in magic marker
on the walkway:

I wanna
die SomeBody
Help ME Im
Falling apart slowly
dieing inside Just Please
SomeBody Help
ME The monsters
are taking over i
Need help is Bad i wanna
die mommy daddy im sorry can
you please help Me god let me
die TONIGHT

HEY,
I know
You don’t
know me
but I Love
You!
HANG IN THERE
– Shon

I Love you Haillie!
Hang in there
Best Friend (drawn heart)
– Danni

Hey. Again. I
am Still Here for you
I walk this Bridge
every day hoping to run
into you. I hope things are
getting Better for you. I deal
with a lot of the very same
Thing you mentioned and I
know it gets hard, But
having someone who cares can
Be a great deal of help
I will always Love
you (drawn heart)!
– Shon

Well Thanks
we should
Meet up sometime
wen you see this
tell me when
– Hallie (drawn heart)

an I don’t kno
you But i love you too
(drawn heart)
– Hallie

P.S
Soon
who ever
you
are i cant
wait
to meet you xxoo
– Haillie

it will all Be
over soon ima die
TONIGHT

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flock of phlox / back in the bee business

July 19th, 2016

bumblebeephlox

A flock of phlox
outside our door
bursting into sun

– Smith, 7.19.2016

We’re going to buy a bee swarm in two weeks, be back in the bee business.

phlox


 

Lady poem 7-17-2016

July 17th, 2016

The colophon of a book
of the paradise of my life – would
I let myself enjoy it – includes block print bees,
fruit trees, pineapples, haystacks and
wheat wreathes, mint juleps and distillations
cultural and otherwise, figures in almanacs
rendered into prizes for specimens shown
at a county fair

We could walk into this streaming sunshine logo, me and thee,
holding hands up to the curlicue of a wooden arch drizzled
in vine, ducking under leaf and grapes and other emblems
of harvest and civilization

Or we can walk into someplace wild named only
by calligraphic monks and keepers of words
glossy books of birds come to life

Summer morning before it gets hot
swallows divebombing us in plucky cheer
us alien in overgrown grasses of a nature
preserve, new eyes of animated stick figures
a children’s drawing taped
on my office cabinet


 

serious stuff in frivolous form

July 16th, 2016

mindcrime

Bad dream number now.

Starting to remember my dreams again after a week unstoned.

This morning’s pre-dawn dream took place in an amalgamation of Mexico, Florida, Greece, the terror attacks n France, and the film Brazil.

It was a huge city and all was night, the colors muted, dim murky browns and grays, even the light was dark, or rather the sad lack passing as light – more like medieval torches.

Kept touching my wife to make love but she was so busy she didn’t notice, and when I told her, she looked around in shock at the flux of surrounding people and said it’d be months before we could be alone.

We were separated while I looked for fotos and grass, neither which appeared. People tried to help me but made things worse. I worried wife would be worried and tried to call her on my flip fone, but the zero kept disappearing. Asked people to help and they’d point at the fone saying there’s the zero’s right there, and it was, then they’d vanish and I’d try to dial with no zero. Finally realized I didn’t have to dial, could go to contacts and punch her name, so of course the contact button disappeared.

All this time there are fires and gun shots and rioting in the streets, authorities shooting people, mobs running in fear as I wandered on.

I didn’t feel fear, just worry for wife and serious frustration I couldn’t dial the fucking fone.

All the people were dusky-skinned except wife and me . . . don’t know what color the shooting cops were because they were wrapped in riot gear.

Like to remember my dreams because they give me a feel for my emotional state, plus they’re frequently surreal and fascinating when they’re not boringly mundane. Think I have some issues.

Lady said she wants to go downtown during The Republican convention. I told her it’d be unwise because it’s going to be white Nazis with guns and police with guns and Republicans with guns with protesters in between and people were going to be hurt, be killed, be locked up — she said, oh, I don’t believe any of that’s going to happen. Sometimes I wish I lived in her world.

So at some point, even though it’s illogical and dangerous, we’ll ride our bicycles down and hope for the best, hope we’re not arrested for watching, hope a stray bullet doesn’t say hello. She’s an innocent, thinks all people are good, while I see good and beast.

I’m in a foul mood due to dream and money and worry about cat’s health and wife’s health and my health and the business stress wife is under and the political darkness creeping our nation and how I can’t do anything about any of it except spin my grin and hope for best as worst eats inside.

So many of us and the world in a dark place, I know I’m not alone, but being an unsociable hermit twit, my misery doesn’t love company.

What Doesn’t Kill Ya

Looking for the funny
but it hides behind the money
which done went to town
alone

Need some peace of mind
but it laughs at my kind
says get behind and push this mud
down the road

I talk but no one hears
so live disgruntled fear
stumble through the tears
as toad

As frog I seek the kiss
to lift from this to bliss
but discontinued Princess
erodes

Can’t protect my loved ones
see dark instead of sun
my tries seems never won
atoned

Rexroth unannoyed
sez heart’s mirror hangs in void
I see good and beast
abode

So put one foot in further
seek some good discover
forgive forget the other
and carry load

– Smith, 7.16.2015

Just realized I frequently say serious things in frivolous forms.

disengage


 

 
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