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Squirm & Scroll

October 25th, 2014

Squirm & Scroll

Squirmy the Wormy
as he burrows flesh to flesh
likes it dark and wet
for squirmy spermy
all out searching for her egg
for his breakfast kiss.

– Smith, 10.25.2014


The Church of the Perpetual 420

October 24th, 2014

The Church of the Perpetual 420

Worship in my church
of cannabis and caffeine,
mellowing the fast.

Way before sun up,
cup of coffee and a toke
lighten dark within.

Out of grass I am
so must face this flux and flow
of slow go with gone.

O. Z. can you say
by my pipe’s first fired light
just how hale you are?

Ritual of hope:
first fill of pipe, take of toke,
mellow wing of smoke.

– Smith, 10.24.2014



October 23rd, 2014


Does a bell go on and on?

Or hit space and dampen anonymously
into the capacitance of some sea?

Does it richochet round forever,
applications of ever lighter feather,
gilding wind and weather?

And thunder…
a long caress sunk in the
dissipating static of
rumbled heat?

~ Lady


Raw High

October 23rd, 2014

Watching a 1959 TV show on NextFix starring Glint Mythwood riding shogun on a sagecoach in the old rest looking for the 8-rolled path with its four cultural pollinations.

Here’s its theme song.

Raw High

Tokin’ tokin’ tokin’
keep that pipe a smokin’
get high
swell bent for pleasure
mellow testin’ measure
tokin’ for the treasure
gettin’ high
get it out roll it up
flame it nice and fine
toke em up and hold it in
keep em smokin’
I’m still tokin’
hopin’ to stay high
rollin’ up the numbers
smokin’ up from under
lightin’ me some thunder
keepin’ high
sweet weed in head arisin
mellowing my horizon
ain’t no tellin’ no lies when
I get high
me oh my oh fly
rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
keep those numbers comin’
through rainy day woman weather
and plan 9 cashmere sweaters
there ain’t no nothin’ better
raw high

– Smith, 10.23.2014


In here

October 22nd, 2014

In Here

Darkening dim and blowing cold
out the window of my wall
yet so warm and toasty within
with love of Lady as she sleeps
with love of sleeping cat
it’s warm and soft and safe
in here
as safe as chance lets be.

– Smith, 10.22.2014


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