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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
 
   
 
 

we are laugh on way to light

February 6th, 2016

messes

Status Report 171

The parade’s over
the ticker tape down
and I just reached the line

Sign says I can ride
if I’m this tall
but my feel’s too small

Don’t dig too deep
in the mind of meme
if you don’t like rotting meat

Best rally round the roses
pocket the prickle of prime
sublime

Remember, collaborator
it is we who provide
the mirth

Else the motor rusts
the metaphor’s over
the parable done

We are laugh on way to light

– Smith, 2.6.2016

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I profitize there are cents in dollars

February 5th, 2016

smallprintsmall print

Status Report 171

Sisyphus sits for a sip of tea
reading Camus’ The Stranger

As a Profit I profitize
there are cents in dollars

Tonto leads Silver away
after burying the Lone Ranger

As a Skeptic I realize
the stink of money odor

Atlas punks us all
weights us with new world order

As a saint I sink and fall
sick at gold glitter ardor

Pandora unlocks her broken box
her cost our perpetual collar

– Smith, 2.5.2016

Lady reeeeely likes my latest soup – navy bean . . . it is quite tasty.

My first time free form navy bean soup recipe – finely chop 5 small onions, 3 stalks celery, 3 cloves garlic, 2 carrots, 9 sprigs parsley . . . dump in dutch oven pot and saute with 1/4 cup olive oil . . . add in 3 small cans navy beans with juice, 1 large can diced tomatoes, a bay leaf, some water, smoked salt, salt, pepper, 3¬†shakes of MSG, 3 caps cream sherry . . . bring to boil, then simmer for 50 minutes . . . remove bay leaf and throw away . . . fill blender with half the cooked beans and veggies . . . puree . . . dump back in, simmer 40 minutes . . . eat . . . this is the best navy soup I’ve had.

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burning moths for flavor

February 4th, 2016

hippie

Status Report 170

Blood orange cream seeps up sky
as night creeps off on dark pause

I wait for an honest coffee
to salvage my soul without prayer

Unsure if need of known
is after effect or cause

The light leaks in
burning moths for flavor

– Smith, 2.4.2016

Have nine poems and eight fotos featured on yesterday’s Medusa’s Kitchen . . . one poem each from 1965, 1975, 1985, 1995, 2005, and 2015, and three from last month.

This is my 5th appearance in The Kitchen, so I’m beginning to believe my monthly visit is welcome . . . can’t take these things for granted.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/02/poems-from-six-decades.html

Lady K’s been working 60-70 hour weeks since taking over the family web design business last month. She has much stress, little time, so even though I’m not a cook, I’ve begun making large weekly pots of food . . . 1st week was chili, second potato soup, third black bean soup, and yesterday free form navy bean soup. Believe this to be the tastiest yet, though the black bean was mighty fine and the first two didn’t scare us away.

I was a jailhouse cook for 6 months in 1970 when I was locked up for 10.5 months in county jail. A paid civilian head cook came in 5 days a week, ordered the food, told me what to do, left most of it for me to cook. I don’t remember much except making 50 gallons of chicken soup in a large floor vat, and skinning a car-killed deer the State Police brought in after midnight.

50footwoman


 

we all walk the Devil’s horns

February 3rd, 2016

quantumwave01

Quiet Thoughts on Quantum States

What is in the in-between?
Everything.

The crack in it all leaks our light
spreading may with might.

All colors are in the sun
but a few come from the moon.

Ding dong Schr√∂dinger’s dead
yet the cats live on.

They who’ve seen the deep
bypass surface things.

Memory, mammary, mummery, muse
all soak blood knowledge.

The stately beats of measured rhyme
run ragged with repetition.

Blues ooze from bag of dues
as one by one we seek for two.

When one thirsts for thrust
water’s wetter than wine.

This is how beauty propagates
in waves unfolding.

The sound of the movement
is the drone of the sway.

We deal with bad
to get to good.

We walk the Devil’s horns
dense and tense, stumble bound.

Serendipity doo dah, serendipitous day
my oh my what a quantum strange way.

– Smith, 2.3.2016

I’m not lucky to have broken my kneecap, but I am extremely lucky it broke vertically rather than horizontally or shattered. The latter two would have required surgery.

Doc said the patella (kneecap) is the most important bone for walking, and she was ecstatic with my being able to raise my leg.

My 3 weeks so far of immobilized left leg are to be continues one more week, then a week of bending 30 degrees, a week of bending 60 degrees, and 3 weeks of 90 degree bendinations . . . then I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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silly sally

February 1st, 2016

freethenipplefree the nipple

Status Report 169

Too much data, not enough Dada
makes earth wrong today

Too much sally
not enough silly

Over want and under weave
must give way or grieve

– Smith, 2.1.2016

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