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cat vac

Thursday, September 21st, 2017

We drove 3 hours south for two nights in a cottage in the woods and took our 4 year old velvet black cat Misha,,, it was her first long car ride and stay-away. She loved it.

Here is Lady’s description of our jaunt.

Lake Hope

We opened the door to unwrap the cabin with its better-than-the-pictures golden floors abutting wood trim abutting wood paneling rising to meet exposed rafters and beams. We unpacked the windows from their unexpectedly high quality horizontal blinds.
I opened all the doors to see what I could see, plurality of closets an invitation to a longer stay.

I quick took a lone journey in the car through curlicue roads to find logs on private property from a fit man named Bubba who had chickens and aspired to own goats and bees. “Bees and chickens get along,” I told him. I handed him a twenty and said, “Thank you, I appreciate it,” without even thinking about the words “I appreciate it” until after, a newly picked up mannerism of mine. Logs and spiders rolled in the folded down back of our trunk.

From the car I carried and spread our brown box of kitchen stuff on the table like some writing from the 70s. The kitchen was with what was deemed necessary plus a couple extras. For instance, a colander (necessary), a full set of four plates, bowls, cups, silverware. The luxury of a corkscrew for wine.

Thankful for a full kitchen, I made salad the first night. I made salad the second night, too. “Our salad was good,” I said. “I think the goat cheese, red onions and apples had synergy.”

“Original synergy?” He asked.

Our bedroom smelled deliciously of bleached blankets. The bed tall and soft. Dirt from the day on the smooth hardwood floor tasted by my toes. A large framed print of Malabar Farm.

Like what made memories for me when I was a sweaty mosquito-bitten kid, I wondered if we would have hard water, softened water or water that tastes like nothing – like a broom in which closet.

I waited for bed on the vinyl sofa in front of the fire, the flames like little sprites pounding Bubba’s logs with their hands. We could talk on the couch. I lay down with my legs over his, and his on the hassock. We could play cards and talk in the future, I decided.

A dog barked come twilight’s poignant stirring with other campers and their far off breathy exclamations. Blue turned the corner to deep blue against the filigree of the canopy, the blue only skies make. The cat traveled black through flickering projections of firelight. I waited until night was black on black, indiscernible.

A curtain fell into magic night. Unwillingly leaving wakefulness, I felt the lamp around the corner of satin steel finishes and clouded glass with pull chains for easy finding, modern, clean but timeless.

The blankets smelled deliciously of crisp bleach. The bed tall and soft. The bed against the window, inches away, which I left open for the crickets and the birds. I needed another blanket but I held the smooth skin of his back.

Oaks rained acorns in knocking ones or flurries that poured from the roof onto the cool dirt of the outside floor, its grass, twigs, ash and more acorns, some with caps on, some lost.

In the bathroom come showertime, things well done. Sturdy medicine mirror inset into the wall which when opened all inside satin metal shelving deep enough to hold rolls of toilet paper. Complimentary soap and fresh towels laid out for scrubbing. The only thing worn in the cabin the shower with assorted stains in which my heart celebrated that other people share the joy of this cabin. It furnished hot water, strong and plenty and savored.

Coffee quickened a speculation of ground that could be covered today, the lake seen, or horses ridden, a path walked short or long. I read and re-read the glossy state park pamphlet. But there were chairs and sofa in the main room for interior moments. Chairs in the kitchen and a small wooden table for drinking coffee silently. Chairs and adirondack chairs on the deck for mid-day hours. Chairs outside around back circling the fire pit if the day were to migrate to there.

A mild depression mid-day that we could not stay so long. I played hide and seek sitting behind the slats of the closet. Even I could not hear my breathing.

“Where’s my wifey?” He walked across the groan of floor, not knowing I was playing. I gave myself up when I heard him make to put shoes on.

The cat coiled on the bleach sheets by the cool bedroom screen. Later uncurled awake there, she watched past the window to crows playing in the pixelated green impressionist painting.

I’d light nag champa incense by the fire to thank the household god, the cabin god, the camp god. The god of time we make, a comfortable hollow suspended a few days from the river of aspiration.

Lady K, 9.19.2017





 

unseen scene

Tuesday, September 19th, 2017

Trinity

Most folk laugh at children
playing with their invisible friends.

Many folk electroshock the insane
for talking to invisible friends.

Yet some of these same folk go to church
to pay to pray to their invisible friend.

Three undone by one.

– Smith, 9.19.2017

 

all is never there

Friday, September 15th, 2017

Philosophy 166

Half is what you make it.
All is never there.

– Smith, 9.15.2017

 

from the labia to the grave

Thursday, September 14th, 2017

Bone Mats

I’ve been decertified,
does that make me maamified?.

From the labia to the grave.

Back when I was a celery,
I got a salary for stalking.

Sausage – sawing a wise man in half.

The Dandelion crayon color has been discontinued.
Not surprised, I made dandelion wine out of them
and it didn’t taste good at all.

I’d have to be diculous
before I could be ridiculous.

How many Pattys to make a Pattycake?

If you put wheels on a burro
you’d have a real wheelburro.

Well tarnish my gloss.

I used to run caravans cross the Wasabi Desert.
Boy was it was hot !!!

I played insight, then tried outsight.

“Damn you Samuel Daniel” pops into my brain
every time I hear his name of short line rhyme.

It’s hard to unlock a door with a key lime cake.

There’s a new disease hitting vampires
called suckle cell anemia.

My foster foster parents are my real folks.

Tried to charge my fone
but my credit card wouldn’t fit in the charge slot.

Every spring on the farm
I’d wait for the appellation trees to ripen
along the Appalatian Trail.
It was appalling.

Too much surrealism… not enough maamrealism.

– Smith, 9.14.2017

 

There’s far, there’s here, there’s what’s in-between

Tuesday, September 12th, 2017

Philosophy 165

There’s far,
there’s here,
there’s what’s in-between.

Far is sky, clouds, horizon,
dirt, trees, sun, moon, stars, wind,
ornamental grasses,
big ideas, small gifts of affection,
sacred lies like good and right.

Here is our corner of cat and Smith & Lady life,
an oasis from the dark twixt.

In-between lies fire and flood,
weird nasties in power who worsen knot
to make misery money.

We carry our light to far light
in cleanse of blight.

Just need map, road, and first step.

– Smith, 9.12.2017

 

4 small Smith pieces 1996-2015

Tuesday, September 5th, 2017



Plot to Get Whitey, 1996, 9 x 11, Smith



Afterthought, 1996, 6 x 5, Smith



Limbic Rock, 2000, 9 x 12, Smith



Off Grid, 2015, 5.5 x 7.5, Smith

 

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

 

philosophies 152-164

Tuesday, August 29th, 2017

Philosophy 152

You know you are doing something right
when the purring gets louder

~

Philosophy 153

Fire, bone music, stories
the whence from which we came

~

Philosophy 154

We wake in pain
to feathered flesh
that never will arrive

~

Philosophy 155

Man is a pile of dirt minus one rib,
a sloppy eater that needs a bib,
a hunk of meat devouring itself,
mostly lower shelf.

~

Philosophy 156

Sometimes look in the word bucket
and it’s empty
sometimes full but all messed up

~

Philosophy 157

It’s the process
not the end point
that’s the point

~

Philosophy 158

Do what you can
with what you get

~

Philosophy 159

It’s all fluid
a big flexible water whorl weighed with hook
and bite of tooth and claw

~

Philosophy 160

The face in the mask is
alas
peeking through

~

Philosophy 161

Whatever the while
Do your best
And offer a smile
To prime the rest

~

Philosophy 162

Well crack my bred
spread my jam
in this jelly place of am

~

Philosophy 163

Wrinkles are the face’s wealth
we iz what we iz and that’s all yam am.

~

Philosophy 164

Drink my tea, smoke my dope
Shuck this patriarchal collar rope
Get to work on help and hope

– Smith, 8.29.2017

 

Eclipse myths

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2017


solar eclipse Cleveland Ohio August 2017

Medusa’s Kitchen/Rattlesnake Press features 10 fotos, 9 poems, and 1 song of mine. Stop by for a bite if you’ve the time.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/08/fair-is-fair.html

Went to Cleveland Metropark’s Blue Heron Boardwalk to watch the solar eclipse today from 1:06 to 3:51pm, with max coverage of about 4/5’s of the sun at 2:30 pm. The pond surface was pretty good for watching the eclipse reflection.

The foto showing curved shadows is from light filtering through the overlapping leaves of trees creating natural pinholes which create mini eclipse replicas on the ground.

We’ll have a total eclipse of the sun in Cleveland in 7 years – on April 8, 2024.

Eclipse Myths

Shrinking fireball in great sunsky
moon going down on sun what’s up

To the Tlingits, sun and moon are lovers
and solar eclipse darkens earth
for more private flux

Are Brother Sun and Sister Moon
incest in the sky?

The great beheaded head of Rahu
eats sun and moon in revenge
but they drop out his slit throat

Some say Eater is
a pack of thieving fire dogs,
or snakes, jaguar, demon, dragon,
coyote, wolf, frog,
a great cranky churlish bear
biting sun for not stepping aside

We bang pots and pans and shout
to scare The Eater away

Birds stop singing
spiders cease spinning
bees buzz louder
cows return to barn
owls wake to eat

The lying moon whispers untruths
into ear of sun
and darkness is our toll

Tatar vampire tried to swallow sun
but spit it out when it burned his tongue

If more than a day of darkness
the spirits of the dead come to life
eat those on earth

I turn unwerewolf
as moon swallows sun

Clumsy sun drops its torch
weary sick darkens
contaminates earth air
we turn pans upside down
to avoid contamination

Moon quarrel sun
Sun quarrel moon

Stock prices tend to fall on eclipse daze
whose rays harm children
best unborn babes not eat in light

The 1715 eclipse foreshadowed misery,
death of great cattle,
and a mortality of old people,
while the Chinese Emperor
fearful for his life
made a commoner King for the day
then killed him after darkness passed

Quick, kill someone before gods kill us
as sun turns her back on our sins
and drenches us in poison dew

Some sacrifice the fair haired
and light skinned,
beat drums,
shoot flaming arrows into the sky
to relight sun’s pilot light

During eclipse
pregnant women birth cleft lip born
food cooked is poison
flowers planted grow more vibrant

Some say
moon dark blocks sun light
in unbright fight

Sun’s too hot to hold
Moon too cold

– Smith, 8.22.2017





solar eclipse Cleveland Ohio August 2017

 

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

 

 
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