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conversation with wife #36

Saturday, September 2nd, 2017

Conversation with Wife 36

Wilcox and I are talking
of the rotted undergrowth that’s Washington
when Lady lays back
says softly, sadly
“I try not to look at the floor of the sausage factory.”

– Smith, 9.2.2017


1926 American Radiator ad

 

rabbit rabbit bird flower power

Monday, August 14th, 2017


flower power

Nay Way

Does the Pope poop?
Do the powerful pee?

Then why should I believe?
Why should I obey?

Weak walking wait-a-minutes
got no right to say my way.

The bear in the woods
stalks hunger, not belief.

The where of the would
ignores stomach of need.

The way of the world
worships grief.

I seek body mind relief,
tree still on leaf.

– Smith, 8.14.2017


rabbit rabbit bird

 

life =

Friday, August 4th, 2017

Life = one over end

 

rabbit biting snake tail

Friday, May 5th, 2017


Climate March 2017, Washington, D.C.

Tolls for Thee

Driving back roads to avoid tolls
I see a snake trying to escape
across the highway
from a rabbit biting its tail
and pulling it back into the dirt
for lunch

All roads are toll roads

– Smith, 5.5.2017

We drove to D.C. last Friday to march with 200,000 other folk in the 2017 Climate March. I got to meet more of Lady’s family and protest the kleptocrats in power.








Climate March 2017, Washington, D.C.

 

climate (changed) march Washington D.C 2017

Tuesday, May 2nd, 2017

Status Report 255

Get up in morning
crawl out of hole
between ache of wake
and shriek of weak
to take up pole
and lever new day toll
for yesterday’s awning

~

Politics 102

What’s lower than a politician’s morals?
You don’t know?
Neither do I.

As for our unPresident
I don’t think Little Donnie Chump’s cables
are connected correctly.

There’s utopia, dystopia, and dat topia.

Mistakes from the past
float through the glass
and bad dance.

– Smith, 5.2.2017

 

slant land

Monday, April 24th, 2017

My goodness, 9 days between poems – haven’t been this sparse in years. Lady’s eye cancer surgery, my neck bolt surgery, and the Kleptocrat and his feeding minions in the White House have gotten to me.

Road Work

Outside the fire
it’s tooth and claw
feather beak talon all
glint of eye
gulp of gullet
no reason why
just bite the bullet
enjoy the good
out last the bad
it’s all about survivalhood lad
and lassie
avoiding ire
and being had
so protect your chassis
in this slant land

– Smith, 4.24.2017

And now for something completely different.

“I’m like a one-eyed cat peepin’ in a seafood store
Well I can look at you tell you ain’t no child no more”
– from Shake, Rattle and Roll

Took me 40 years to realize how sexual this is.

According to Wikipedia, ‘written in 1954 by Jesse Stone under his assumed songwriting name, Charles E. Calhoun. Stone stated that the line about “a one-eyed cat peepin’ in a seafood store” was suggested to him by Atlantic session drummer Sam “Baby” Lovett, which is also a sly sexual reference, the “one-eyed cat” being the male organ and the more traditional “seafood” reference being the female organ’

 

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

 

 
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