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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

 

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

        

 

soiled linen

Sunday, March 12th, 2017

In the Crapper

Sittin’ thinkin’
the bathroom stinkin’
almost as bad as the Trump White House

– Smith, 3.12.2017

 

Six Naughts in Search of Nothing

Saturday, January 21st, 2017

wonderwomwn

New & used Smith – 9 poems, 9 images, 1 song – on Medusa’s Kitchen yesterday:
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/01/upereeking.html

Good day for my poetry, bad day for the country.

Six Naughts in Search of Nothing

1. In this Factless World

Trump trumps decency
Trump trumps honor
Trump trumps truth
Trump trumps trust
Trump trumps fairness
Trump trumps respect
Trump trumps good
Trump trumps facts

Bad-trump Trump
Sleazy-trump Trump
Degenerate-trump Trump

Maybe if we find enough toilet paper
and flush a lot
we can trump Trump
2. For Little Donnie Chump

Out of the deep freeze
comes the cheap cheese

Our Degenerate-in-Chief
the Small Hands Man

Racist to racist
perv to perv

The degenerate cannot save us
cuz he’s even worse

A small-handed sexist
with no learning curve
3. Punchline

To everyone who helped
elect the small-hands-man,
especially Hillary Clinton
who cheated Bernie Sanders
out of the nomination –
you broke it, you bought it…

Hope there’s enough toilet paper
to clean up the mess.
4. FBI

I once said
FBI is lie misspelled

Turns out fib and lie and FBI
are synonyms
5. Slimefield

What would I say
if our Degenerate-in-Chief died in office?

Who took out the trash?
6. Today an accused child rapist,
admitted sexual predator, serial liar, thief,
tax cheat, braggart, bully
and just in general sticky spot on the floor
you don’t want to examine too closely
became 45th President of the US,
installing perhaps the worst batch of bad men
ever to loiter at the top of our food chain.

May karma flux his flow
bring light to he and his closely encrusted.

– Smith, 1.20.2017

undercover

 

wouldn’t trade for fame

Wednesday, December 21st, 2016

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art book cake Lady made 4 Scriptoria’s last open mic

Lady’s wondering why I stopped blogging. Things just got a bit much … had a magic final reading at Michael O’Brien’s used book store Scriptoria in the basement of the 148 year old Zion Church in Tremont – it’s being turned into condos going for maybe half-a-million.

After the reading we got hit on the passenger side of the car, which entails getting estimates and repairs. Passenger door only opens a foot now so Lady crawls out my side when I drive.

Meanwhile we also need to get $300 for rear brakes, our dying then living now day by day MandyCat has us in an emotional Schrodinger’s box, plus the car tires and vet bills have meant no marijuana for months now, while I’m getting nervous about the doctors removing one vertebra from the front of my neck and bolting in two metal rods through the back in three weeks.

Then there’s Lady’s Christmas Eve birthday followed by Christmas followed by New Years, all of which thins the finances and depletes my inner social well.

Other stuff too, you know, basic life stuff, getting through the day where an accused child rapist and admitted sexual predator and thief is now going to become our Degenerate-in-Chief and the massive racism and sexism and bullying such voting reveals in way too many millions of what I formally thought were decent human beings but am obviously grievously wrong.

So I stopped posting. Have 25 new poems written, but felt no need to show them… think I’ll wait until I get out of the hospital with a hard collar around my neck and the metal rods in my neck which accessorize the metal rods in my shoulder and metal rod in my hip before I post the poems to give me something to do in between the pain pills.

But Lady’s asked me to post so here’s the blog starts I’ve let slide.

~ ~

Conversation with Wife 31

“You’re my Sweetie, you know that?”

Well, they did call me the Calorie
back in my marzipan glaze
I’d ride to the troubles
and folks would shout
We’re saved, here comes the Calorie!
and they would cover me with cinnamon.

– Smith, 12.20.2016

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Have a new nickname for MandyCat – going to call her Lazarus. Yesterday was essentially a deathwatch for me… I sat with her for 7 hours, talking to her, telling her to go or stay, whichever was best for her, and twice her breathing stopped, then started up again. After awhile I put the tip of my finger in between her paw pads – sometimes when I do that she squeezes my finger tip like we’re holding hands, but this time she swatted me, and I said whoa, this ain’t over yet. And this morning she’d eaten all her dry food during the night, which she hadn’t eaten in a week, and then demanded tilapia, so I gave her some with another steroid pill in it. She’s still frail and off-balance, but there’s a lot more of her here now. So, ever onward.

~ ~

Had to do food shopping for our sick cat this morning. Roads covered with 10″ of snow, so I went just down the hill to Walmart, a place we try not to shop due to the damage they do to local businesses and the social service infrastructure (their salaries are so low, many of their employees are on food stamps).

As I headed for the exit, I found a worn $5 bill flat on the floor. Picked it up, with my first thought I’d turn it in. Looked around, no one around. Went looking for a manager. Couldn’t find one. Started thinking this is a lot of time and trouble to turn in a $5 that the original owner wasn’t going to get back anyway because they’d have no idea where they’d lost it.

Thought about leaving, but realized I wouldn’t feel good about myself, and eventually found a young manager, handed him the $5, said “I doubt the owner will ever get this back, but just in case, here.”

Came home, told my story to Lady, she said “You did right.”

“But, the owner isn’t going to get it back, so I just gave Walmart $5 more dollars they don’t deserve.”

“Yes, but you may have affected the manager, he might mention it for a ripple effect.”

“Well basically I did it to make myself feel good, bought myself some self respect with a found $5. Wonder what I would have done if it’d been a hundred dollar bill?”

“Then you would have DEFINITELY returned it because someone needed it and would have come looking.”

“Probably, but folk with $100 bills tend to have more money than they deserve, but you’re right, I couldn’t feel good inside keeping other folk’s money. I’d never make a good politician or CEO. Beside, for $5 returned, I can post this and make myself look good.”

As I headed down the stairs to feed the birds for a second time, since we feed them twice when it’s below 14 degrees, I thought of another possibility – I feel we exist in an aware Universe, no god or anything, just some overall awareness with a wicked sense of humor, and this all could have been nothing more than a pop quiz to see what I’d do.

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There’s more but I’m less so done for now.

Except for this. I was sure I’d be rich and famous. Thought so for 50 years now. I’m 70. There’s a vague chance it could still happen, but not likely. But though I’ve not gained acclaim and financial success, I do have a wife who loves me whom I love – we’re each each others favorite person. And we have a magic cat that makes us three. And we’ve fine fine friends, and my in-laws are as good as they come, the poetry and art and fotos flow freely for both Lady and I, and Lady is quite good at what she does, which is design websites, so if I had a chance to trade what I have for money and acclaim, I wouldn’t. I’m rich in love and like, and I cherish that.
meandlibertyme & my 5-month old niece Liberty Lynn Green

 

the small hands man

Friday, December 9th, 2016

whitepeople
white people

Mr & Mrs Sisyphus

Wife sick on couch
brought on by stress
of over work and money worries

The daily rolling
of the worry rock
up our uncivilized hill

In this country
we eat our own
after we eat everyone else

But don’t worry
every sale comes with
a conditional warranty

Nothing will break
until you get it home
and through your front door

Break two
get third break free
for thrice initial cost

All ingredients
guaranteed toxic
shoddy, bad for the body

Step right up
get your new uselessness here
no need to wait

Small initial payments
which will rapidly bloom
bigger than your eyes, head, or check

There’s a trump for every chump
small hands optional
truth not included

– Smith, 12.9.2016

donaldchump
Donny Chump, the small hands man

 

Donald Trump, Cancer-in-Chief

Wednesday, November 9th, 2016

trumpcancer
Donald Trump – Cancer-in-Chief

Hail to the Heil

Wow!!!
we elected
as President
of the U. S. A.
an accused child rapist
a man who mocks the handicapped
a man who denies what he was filmed saying
an admitted sexual predator
a multiple bankrupter
a follower of fascists
a bad businessman
a known con man
a serial adulterer
a denier of debt
a tax cheater
a xenophobe
a braggart
a racist
a bully
a liar
a loser we lose with
and fool tool of Satan

Need to go out and find me some heroin
so I can turn my life off while he’s on
wonder what four years worth costs?

Hail to the Sexual Predator-in-Chief
Hail to the Child Rapist-in-Chief
Hail to the Tax Cheater-in-Chief
Hail to the Racist-in-Chief
Hail to the Hater-in-Chief
Hail to the Liar-in-Chief
Heil President Trump
hell Chump-in-Chief

– Smith, 11.9.2016

loserinchief
Loser-in-Chief

 

no demagogue for me if you please

Tuesday, November 8th, 2016

demagogue

No demagogue for me, if you please.

It’s like getting two votes for President on one ballot – I got to vote FOR Hillary Clinton and AGAINST Trump.

fliptopcomfort

 

I dislike the dislikers

Thursday, November 3rd, 2016

weighedandwanting

Status Report 245

What I’ve learned from the madness
of the 2016 Presidential race.

I’m intolerant of intolerance.
I hate haters.
Despise despisers.
Don’t like dislikers either.
I’m down on the downers.
Tired of the tired.
Weary of the whiners
and leery of the liars.

I’d like to cheat the cheaters
beat the beaters
and creep the creepers too.

Be so glad when it’s done
and chump’s dumped.

– Smith, 11.3.2016

theshadowknows

 

sage smoke

Monday, October 17th, 2016

standingrock

Sage Smoke

Standing with the Cleveland Native Americans
who are standing with Standing Rock
the sage smoke circle ends
with Blossom saying
“Give your thanks your way”

I nod to the green of the trees
the blue of the sky
then down to the clover on the ground
and the honey bee caressing it.

I am thankful.

Hours later the sage smoke
is replaced by a bee smoker
fired with cedar chips
small twigs
and a sumac seed cluster
as we inspect our hive.

Again, I am thankful.

– Smith, 10.17.2016

greenleaf

 

 
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