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Archive for April, 2017

Lady K’s spring 2017 issue of The City

Saturday, April 15th, 2017

Lady K published her online seasonal poetry/art journal this morning minutes before we left for the MetroPark Canalway reading celebrating it.

Absolutely excellent issue featuring Laura Dumm, Robert Lee Haycock, Bree Zlee Bodnar, Michael Joseph Arcangelini, Tim Joyce, Marc Steven Mannheimer, Chris Cipriani, Russell Vidrick, John Swain, Christina M. Brooks, Tim Green, Maj Ragain, Heather Ann Schmidt, D.R. Wagner, Satya Robin, Jim Lang, Kevin Eberhardt, Lady K, and me.

The City Spring 2017 issue – see we for free here >

Spring 2017

CoXistence

A White-breasted Nuthatch
a Red-bellied Woodpecker
and an American Goldfinch
meet and eat at the suet
with nary a bomb in sight

though two male Cardinal reds
do fight flight
over yellowbrown female friend

– Smith, 4.15.2017


 

 

coffee & cannabis

Thursday, April 13th, 2017

Status Report 254

I drinks the caffeine
to gets me going
then I smokes the weed
to mellow me down
then I drinks more caffeine
to get more going
and toke on weed and ease on down

caffeine
weed
caffeine
weed

It’s been a most productive day

– Smith, 4.13.2017

I have a poem up today at Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland, a site for all things anti-Trump. Editor/publisher John Grochalski will be posting a new item every day as long as Trump is desecrating the Oval Office – poem is Hail to the Heil.

http://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2017/04/day-eighty-four.html

 

in the land of the one eye

Monday, April 10th, 2017


too bright the light

Life with Wife 5

Scrub tub
add epsom salts
fill with hot water
ease in
take a toke
lay back in hot wake
to soak away ache
and phone rings
wife saying
“Can you pick me up?”
“Now?”
“My eye hurts.”

Four weeks ago
doctors took her eye part way out
sewed on 21 radioactive pellets
put eye in
locked her down three days
while radiation bombarded tumor
popped eye back out
removed pellet plaque
put eye in again
sewed inner eyelid shut
and sent her home to hard since
her eye blurry from serious salve
pupil dilated due daily drops
eyeball swollen and bruised
burning from bright
tired of trauma
she works more to see less
amid multiple pains
shooting ache stab throb
burn itch pinch
and she is
weary

“Sure, I’ll pick you up”
because pain trumps pleasure
and love binds both

and baths can be refilled

– Smith, 4.10.2017

 

mushroom eyes on acid

Sunday, April 9th, 2017

Lady K came up with 5 pizza/peace/piece/Pete puns today.

All I want is pizza mind.

Give pizza chance.

How do you solve a jigsaw puzzle?
Pizza by pizza.

I like Ringo,
but I lik pizza best.

Take another pizza my heart.

~

Mushroom Eyes on Acid

Dark rises from dark
broods as slow rising light
becomes land and trees against sky
sliced and unsilenced by silhouette
of train on trestle
while a multitude of birds
sing up unseen sun
new spring dawn baring winter’s nip
beneath its ever old promise
of renew

– Smith, 4.9.2017

 

day drive lost nation road

Thursday, April 6th, 2017

Day Drive, Lost Nation Road

I.

Cold concrete expanse
rigid with yellow lines
empty of cars
bows before big box store
filled with beads
awaiting buyers

portrait of the trail lost

II.

Awaiting wife
in steroidal coffee shop
$4 for 50 cents of home brew
watching young women
in tight jeans
and short dresses
above boots and spike heels
laughing inner lizard
between the over weight olders
and a single soldier
in camouflage

III.

Slow low wind dance
of white turbine blades
thrice slice the bluegrey sky

quiet temple of hope

– Smith, 4.6.2017

        

 

bark bark woof woof Smith

Saturday, April 1st, 2017

9 poems, 9 fotos, 1 song posted online week ago Friday out in California on Medusa’s Kitchen/Rattlesnake Press by publisher/editor Kathy Kieth.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/03/up-as-in-barking.html

Past 16 months she’s given me the 3rd or 4th Friday Kitchen feature – so far 153 poems, 126 fotos, and 16 songs.

She adds a new post every day of the year, for years and years now… different poets and artists each day from varying parts of the country, occasionally outside the country.

~

Philosophy 141

It’s blow a fuse
bust a gut
or learn to let go flow

~

Philosphy 142

Do carbuncles have uncles?
Do truffles wear ruffles?

Do giraffes laugh?
Do worms yearn in their squirm?

And what do we learn in return?

– Smith, 4.1.2017

 

 
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