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sacred lies whispered within

Tuesday, December 19th, 2017

detail of Lady’s new sculpture

Status Report 261

So many people in the flow
so few in the know

they no yes
they no good
they no hope

they no know in slow slide round bend
where now becomes then

laying low lie
so story still floats
for eyes scarred by truth

sacred lies whispered within
to keep from killing ourselves, family, friends

– Smith, 12.19.2017



Saturday, December 16th, 2017

Sisyphus in the Land of Sorrow

No longer waiting for my cream rise to top
nor my rock to not unroll
cuz that boat will never sail
in fact wasn’t even made
and its flag don’t fly
its tank is empty
its tires flat
and engine froze
no happy after fame and fortune
cuz unhappy race is base of game
no matter which rung you on
unless you let go
for real
and fuck fame
fuck fortune
live life
hug wife
pet cat
and of course
sip the coffee and toke the smoke
to set the yet for rising sun

– Smith, 12.16.2017


Have another poem on Winedrunk Sidewalk —

Editor Publisher John Grochalski is publishing a different poet’s protest post every day Trump is in office


we yearn for soft relief of oftness

Wednesday, December 13th, 2017

Creatures from the Deep

We’re creatures from the deep
trying to remember how to get back home.

Remember when sun was legend,
nothing more than whisper in the dark?

Down where sound was mute and muddied
and what little light absorbed by stone?

From there to here there rides a chasm
with no Charon to the other side.

Too much light in lostness,
no shadow span to spawn relief.

We yearn for soft relief of oftness
where the west moon eats.

We’re creatures from the deep
trying to remember how to get back home.

– Smith, 12.13.2017



Sunday, December 10th, 2017

Rushin’ Hands and Roamin’ Fingers

Dustin Hoffman, Louiis C.K., Clarance Thomas,
Bill Cosby, Harvey Winestein, Brett Ratner,
Donald Trump, John Conyers, Mark Halperin,
Roy Moore, Bill O’Reilly, Robert Scoble,
Chris Savino, Lockhart Steele, Gavin Baker,
Terry Richardson, John Besh, James Toback,
Judge Alex Kozinski, Andy Signore,
Russell Simmons, Steven Seagal,
Geraldo Rivers, Bill Clinton, George H. W, Bush,
Roger Ailes, James Levine, Andrew Kreisberg,
Ben Afflick, Jeremy Piven, and Matt Lauer
walk into a bar,

so the women locked the doors behind them
and burned it down.

– Smith, 12.10.2017

Have a 5th or 6th poem on Winedrunk Sidewalk this year… wee bit of fairy tale taste to this one:

got my eyez on you



Saturday, December 9th, 2017

still life


Don’t ask for whom the vasectomy tolls,
it’s nut for thee.

Sometimes it’s acumen, sometimes it’s agoin’.

A bird that’s flown 3,000 miles
is probably tired and feathered.

Bill Cosby, Harvey Winestein, and Donald Trump
walked into a bar,
and all the females fled.

They always talk about miscommunication,
but what about Mister Communication?

You know what turns ghosts on? – Booobies.

Back when I was with the Glow Glow Girls,
we opened for Bling Crosby.

If a chair’s in the sun, is it Sunny & Chair?

Curses: politics, lawsuits and lies,
no excuses, just current cuses.

You need two normals to have a paranormal.

There’s a new product called Instant Water,
you just add water.

I don’t understand wristwatches…
what’s so interesting about wrists?
why would anyone want to watch them?

Where do snores come from?

I don’t like holloween, I prefer solid weens.

Things go in cycles –
motorcycles, bicycles, tricycles, unicycles.

There’s mayonnaise, and there’s maynotonnaise.

– Smith, 12.9.2017

shape shifter


tidbit time

Wednesday, December 6th, 2017

Tidbit time.

10 fotos, 9 poems, 1 song at Medusa’s Kitchen in my 24th monthly feature – Kathy Kieth publisher/editor:

1 poem on Winedrunk Sidewalk, John Grochalsky publisher/editor:


Now that marijuana is being legalized state by state, one of the things I’m grateful for is my 50 years of smoking illegal weed. So many stories and adventures obtaining illegal smoke to toke, so many outlaws I’ve met.


“There were two trees in town, two cottonwoods in the dry riverbed, but one of them was dead.” – Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays, 1970.

This week I finally read some Joan Didion; a book of essays The White Album (1979), and a novel Play It As It Lays. Great writing, smart, and no happy – playing life as it’s often laid. Will read more.

“What are you tired of?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re getting there,” BZ said.
“Getting where?”
“Where I am.” – end of page 191 of 213, Play It As It Lays


Wrong Number

Phone got me out of bed.
Hung up before I got it.
Next morning in voicemail
a young young boy gleefully cries
“Merry Christmas”
and hangs up.
Not my Merry.
Not my Christmas.
5 seconds of shouted joy
down incorrect chimney.

– Smith, 12.5.2017


Upper Management

Why’s Lucifer got such a bad rap?
the dude just wanted to be Number 1

Kinda frustrating to be so bright
yet have to hide your light
cuz God don’t like no opening act

I mean there’s no room for advancement
if Top Dog’s always been Number 1
always be Number 1
never gonna retire
never gonna die

God punishing Lucifer for being Lucifer

Maybe he and Judas should sit down
with a good class action lawyer

– Smith, 12.5.201


Democracy by Regime

president—yrs office—indicted—convicted—prison
Richard Nixon – 5.6 / 76 / 55 / 15 – Republican
Ronald Reagan – 8 / 26 / 16 / 8 – Republican
George W. Bush – 8 / 16 / 16 / 9 – Republican
Donald Trump – 1 / 4 / 2 / 0 – Republican
Bill Clinton – 8 / 2 / 1 / 1 – Democrat
Gerald Ford – 2.4 / 1 / 1 / 1 – Republican
George H. W. Bush – 4 / 1 / 1 / 1 – Republican
Jimmy Carter – 4 / 1 / 0 / 0 – Democrat
Barack Obama – 8 / 0 / 0 / 0 – Democrat

– Smith, 12.5.2017


just cuz it is don’t mean it is

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2017


Just cuz a field’s been picked
don’t mean it’s empty

I ain’t got much left to leak
getting low on go

Losing meek but moving too slow
to win end-ribbon treat

Just cuz you don’t want to
don’t mean you shouldn’t

Looking through the recipe book
to see how I measure up

Either an empty or half-full cup
depending on how you look

Just cuz it is
don’t mean it is

– Smith, 11.22.2017


getting from sleep to sleep

Monday, November 20th, 2017

Master Plan 2

I got through today.

That’s my long term goal these daze –
to get through the day.

Used to be fame and fortune.

Now it’s getting from sleep to sleep
without being a creep
to others
to earth
to me.

Somewhat easier
sez the unknown poet
with the no bank account.

– Smith, 11.20.2017


in seep of yesterday’s weep

Saturday, November 18th, 2017

Ritual Rebirth

First stroke – cannabis toke
second service – sip of caffeine
third – toke
fourth – sip


Gear engaged
cog converging
fog of wisp away

Now we wait for sun to rise
as today’s game begins again
in seep of yesterday’s weep

– Smith, 11.18.2017


frayed strings + long ago and far away + 2 collages

Wednesday, November 15th, 2017

Frayed Strings

The soundtrack without sound
in a movie never made

The apple of the paring
for the pie that wasn’t baked

The scratch of itch not coming
after sneeze aborts in air

The weight of daily drubbing
knowing fair is never fair

Final stride at end of day
which began with one at dawn

The learning from your “betters”
that you’re not even pawn

Looking in the morning mirror
hoping not to see an ass

The pocket ever empty
weighing wallet’s minus mass
– Smith, 11.15.2017

Have a poem published yesterday on John Grochalski’s WINEDRUNK SIDEWALK: SHIPWRECKED IN TRUMPLAND —


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