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Which identity do I assume today? – foto by Smith

Looking for Mr. Goodblog, I picked up my 2009 notebook, opened it to the back page, and found these unconnected meanderings. Going to use it as my blog and also claim it as a new poem since there is minor manipulation involved.

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Journal Entry, 2009

Weak whine slime

Shadows in the dark assessing chances
Weighing each remark for hidden perhapses

The blue bag of wellness
the red bag of rage
the usual business
of raping the aged
the grasping
the gnawing
the chomp and the fear
our place on the food chain
perfectly clear

I listen to Kitten Caboodle & her Sins of Emission
sing “Big yellow Buddha moon above”
while watching Okra
the Queen of the Talk Show Host Vegetables
come to a boil

Looking for reflection
against darkness
by Would River

Weak water tea

— Smith, 9.10.2011

Wonder who and what Smith wrote that? That’s only two years ago and most of it is a mystery to me, although I do know I was in serious pain 24 / 7 back then due to degenerative hip bone grinding on damaged leg bone and that the word “pain” appeared frequently in my work. Amazing how much life has improved these past four months with my new hip.

I seem these past few days to be in some nether whorl between unknown worlds, neither of which is in focus. I think the Cleveland gray skied lack of sun is a contributing factor. Don’t know where I’m growing, but moving I am. Lady’s and my memoir of my life will be available in a couple months, and next year we’ve got our big February March art show titled Sacred Pulp – Two Dead Smiths, Two Live Smiths. After that, I think it’s time I get back to the Smokey Grey, Private Eye surreal stories, cuz Surreal is my middle name these daze when it’s not Absurd instead.

“Go thee, and suffer less” sez
The Church of Not Quite So Much Pain & Suffering
the Irreverend Smith & his beloved Lady presiding.


Lightning strike – foto by Smith

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