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punbrella

December 9th, 2017


still life

Punbrella

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?
Snoreway.

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


 

Skum Lord

December 8th, 2017


Skum Lord

Serving Up Our Country

Richard Nixon said
it ain’t illegal if the President does it.

George Bush admits killing
between 110,000 to 460,000 Iraqi civilians,
not the 1,200,000 estimated
so everything’s ok.

Bill Clinton claimed he didn’t have intern sex
cuz “is don’t mean is”
and besides a blow job’s not sex.

During his Presidency, Richard Nixon had
76 of his people indicted for crimes
55 convicted
15 jailed

Ronald Reagan had 26 indicted
16 convicted
8 jailed

George W Bush lagged with only
16 indicted, 16 convicted, 9 locked up.

Donald Trump in office less than a year
already has 4 indicted with 2 admitting guilt
gonna be a long 4 years

Clinton: 2 indicted 1 convicted 0 jailed
Bush1: 1 indicted 1 convicted 1 jailed
Ford: 1 indicted 1 convicted 1 jailed
Carter: 1 indicted 0 convicted
Obama: 0 indicted

Reagan’s soldier deaths = 17,201
Bush1’s soldier deaths = 6,224
Clinton’s soldier deaths = 7,500
Bush2’s soldier deaths = 10,946
Obama’s soldier deaths = 2,499
Trump’s soldier deaths = 4 in less than a year

Civilian deaths under JFk = ?
Civilian deaths under Johnson = ?
Civilian deaths under Nixon = 2 to 5 million
Civilian deaths under Ford = 20,000
Civilian deaths under Carter = ?
Civilian deaths under Reagan = 325,000
Civilian deaths under Bush1 = 50,000
Civilian deaths under Clinton = 300,000-600,000
Civilian deaths under Bush2 = 1,000,000+
Civilian deaths under Obama = ?
Deaths under Trump = U.S. Democracy

The Whiskey Ring, 1875, Ulysses S Grant:
238 indictments, 110 convictions – Republican

Teapot Dome, 1922, Warren Harding:
first Cabinet member to go to prison – Republicn

Watergate 1972, Richard Nixon:
69 indicted, Nixon resigns – Republican

Iran Contra Affair, 1987, Ronald Reagan:
14 indicted, 5 pardoned – Republican

Trump’s lawyer sez
it ain’t illegal if the President does it

– Smith, 12.8.2017


Little Donnie Dick


 

tidbit time

December 6th, 2017

Tidbit time.

10 fotos, 9 poems, 1 song at Medusa’s Kitchen in my 24th monthly feature – Kathy Kieth publisher/editor:
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2017/11/my-voice-raised-in-bell-chime.html

1 poem on Winedrunk Sidewalk, John Grochalsky publisher/editor:
https://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2017/12/day-three-hundred-and-seventeen.html

~

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


 

‘NO PLACE LIKE HOME

November 25th, 2017

Hands clasped over bewildered head
bent no’ing over the wiped and weathered tableau
which bore its fresh risen bread within the
brand name of the United States

The ten commandments
read off a carton of Pall Mall’s,
sheriff’s medal is mine; ours
immigrants pearling barb wire
irritation immured in the
intimate knowledge of
cowboy stories wandering
native goldenrod

Auntie Em’s fence stands in
remnant against the opaque puff
of redoubled dough

Hoping for a mandalic order of lace edges,
a November drive through the charming chaos
of Grandma Moses’ quilt

A blue torn paper sky
cracker white lining
sun down red

Amnesty prayer flag
clapboard, paint and picket fence
pretty

~ Lady


 

just cuz it is don’t mean it is

November 22nd, 2017

Me

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

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

November 18th, 2017

Ritual Rebirth

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

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

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

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 — https://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2017/11/day-two-hundred-and-ninety-nine.html


 

bone hole

November 13th, 2017

Bone Hole

You have a house,

its floor may be dirt, wood,
tile, concrete, glass, or higher class,

and if there are walls
they may be solid
may be holey

your might-be roof
or might-not-be roof
may work
may drip
or leak light

and there’s too much to do
too many knot-wads

so you start on locks,
and windows, and rugs,
and furniture, and mortgages,
and driveways

yet you don’t know the neighbors,
can’t nip your own nubs
as you run to not fall
hopimg future’s failure annulls

you can make it better
you can make it worse
the glory’s yours, so’s the curse

– Smith, 11.13.2017


 

dead daddy Doubt

November 9th, 2017

Sisyphus at the Psychiatrist

So many rocks to rock and roll
there’s the rent rock
the car rock
the food rock
the cut and fix the flesh rock
the skin color rock
the bully rock
the cock rock
talk rot
mock rock
race rock
and of course the ought not rock
so I wake at night,
cry for missing mommy Entropy
and dead daddy Doubt,
mess my bed with wet of sweat
from cultural courted stress
more or less moralless,
and rage at rock
as I false
rekindle hope of besting slope.

– Smith, 11.9.2017


 

 
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