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Archive for January, 2018

living room roam

Saturday, January 27th, 2018

Here’s a taste of our living room and its 55 pieces of art.

This place is messy, but creative. Will show the rest of the rooms over the next few days.

96% of art shown is by Lady K Smith, Mother Dwarf Smith, Cat Smith, and me.

The plastic covered doorways are to lower heating costs because we have electric basebord heat and one cannot afford to heat a 1600 sq ft apartment with baseboard heat so we heat one room at a time.

This is a working studio, so messier than most living spaces.








 

3 poems, 2 fotos, no song

Thursday, January 4th, 2018

Slipknot

Meet me in the meat lane
I’ll be lambing up the chops

trying to chase the safe
and not the not

laminating lamentations
crying up the crop

slipping slide relations
in cut of guardian knot

never wanted to fuck my mother
didn’t want daddy dead

actually loved my younger brother
before he blew off his head

they’re all gone and yet remain
in my side of am

none of this of course germaine
to jiggle jelly jam

– Smith, 1.4.2018

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To Be Continued…

You can befuddle a dog
by throwing a stick

You can confuse a cat
by dangling a string

And you can distract people
by mentioning money

– Smith, 1.3.2018

My poem Bad Bush George (for the CheneyBush Beast) is up at WineDrunk SideWalk: https://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2018/01/day-three-hundred-and-fifty.html

 

3 for the road

Monday, January 1st, 2018

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Triage

They say
save those who weep
and I reply yes

and no…

do save those who weep for others,
but let the selfweeps go.

– Smith, 12.29.2017

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No One Is An Island

I land.
I sea.
I air.
I in-between.

– 12.31.2017

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New Year Day One

Same earth, same sun,
same day night dance renamed
with new number lugging
old need for rent
old aches
pains
joy
new wrapped in old game
so Happy Same Thing With New Name
carrying mold debts
old wepts
regrets
steps
and dead pets

We are what we are,
what we carry on

– Smith, 1.1.2018

 

 
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