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1st themed addition to my shuffle pool

November 28th, 2022

1st themed addition to my shuffle pool . . .

311 – Let’s Dance – David Bowie
312 – Wacky Tobacky – NRBQ
313 – Legalize It – Peter Tosh
314 – If You’re A Viper – Rory Block
315 – Roll Me Up – Willie / Snoop / Kristofferson / Johnson
316 – Smoke Two Joints – The Toyes
317 – Rainy Day Woman #12 & 35 – Bob Dylan
318 – Free Up The Weed – Lee “Scratch” Perry
319 – Police In Helicopter – John Holt
320 – Let’s Go Get Stoned – Ray Charles
321 – Down To Seeds and Stems Again – Commander Cody & the Lost Planet Airmen
322 – Illegal Smile – John Prine
323 – Twigs and Seeds – Jesse WInchester


new food for the old shuffle feast . . .

November 26th, 2022

new food for the old shuffle feast . . .

299 – Make Show – Monalisa Twins
300 – Junkie Doll – Mark Knopfler
301 – Mood Indigo – Duke Ellington
302 – Holy Water – Dr. John
303 – Mr. Sandman – The Chordettes
304 – Renouveau / Daman N’diaye – Vapors of Morphine & Boubacar Diabate
305 – Honey White – Morphine
306 – Blue Moon Of Kentucky – Elvis Presley
307 – Early To Bed – Morphine
308 – Power In The Blood – Buffy Sainte-Marie
309 – Should I Stay Or Should I Go – KT Tunstall
310 – Voodoo Child (Slight Return) – The Jimi Hendrix Experience
311 – Gimme Some Truth – John Lennon
312 – Going Back Home – Dr. Feelgood
313 – Paris Blues – The Doors
314 – One By One – Julia Bullock & Christian Reif
315 – The Snow Falls and the Village Is Overflowing with Children – Deux Filles


my annual ex-christmas

November 25th, 2022

To counteract the constant Christmas songs, here’s a Ball & Smith unChristmas one from 2013, Peter Ball (1949-2015) music / recording, me word & voice, 5:28


Ex Christmas

I see Santa the red-nosed thing dear
dancing on the head of a pin
in some strip club down Lonely Lane
where never was already is

Unreined deer out in the alley
shooting crap with quantum dice
taking tokes of alfalfa doobies
awaiting a working dear’s price

O sacred Santa, o holy Tinman
now I lay me down to seek
a higher focus in the real land
once we awaken from sleep

HEY – warning light flashing over head ! ! !
such goings bring Ghost Past Behind
this is your don’t-want-to-be dread
beckoning being sorry, unkind

Grouch don’t get no good foot forward
greed can’t grasp no love at hand
mean won’t lean no one toward
higher helping plan for grand

O sacred Santa, o holy Tinman
now I lay me down to seek
higher focus in the real land
once we awaken from our sleep

Less is more, more just more mess
relax, lay back, let go, seek slack
to give is true get of success
sharing shines in giving back

So let’s sing a song of simple
then go feed a folk or few
gotta make our own example
be such be as want to do

Sacred Santa Holy Tinman
watch how I lay me down to seek
higher focus in the real land
once we waken from our sleep



November 23rd, 2022

Wrote first poem in 1963. Oldest poem I still have is 1964. Still have 50 between 64-75. Then mid-1975 to mid-1985 wrote none (too busy making art).

In 1985 driving non-stop from Las Vegas to Cleveland snorting massive amounts of cocaine to counteract the pain pills taken for my 2 broken wrists & 2 broken elbows, I broke my block with this.

Wall Street

Pushing through the night
Eastward to the moon
Not yet risen,
False dusk of reason dons
Its mantis mating respectability
Sans honor, self or soul.

Money talks of dawn, damns
The discarded husk of culture
And enlightens genes for green,
Without the warranty.


new blood for shuffle bleed

November 17th, 2022

new blood for shuffle bleed . . .

297 – Counting Backwards – Throwing Muses
298 – Blue Bayou – Roy Orbison
299 – Disrray – Low
300 – Trouble – Iris DeMent & Delbert McClinton
301 – Baby Let’s Play House – Elvis Presley
302 – Sympathy For The Devil – The Rolling Stones
303 – The Only One – Morphine
304 – Nagasaki – Rickie Lee Jones
305 – This Is Not A Love Song – Public Image Limited
306 – Tried And Tested Public Speaker – Bog-Shed
307 – Blue Nile – Alice Coltrane
308 – Jumpers – Sleater-Kinney
309 – You Know I’m No Good – Amy Winehouse
310 – Divorce Song – Liz Phair
311 – Mississippi Goddam – Nina Simone
312 – Spanish Greens – Hubert Sumin
313 – Little Red Rooster – Hubert Sumin


new fuel for the old shuffle

November 6th, 2022

new fuel for the old shuffle . . .

304 – Foldin’ Money – The Fall
305 – Polaroid Baby – Bratmobile
306 – Pablo Picasso – John Cale
307 – Down With The Ship – Todd Rundgren & Rivers Cuomo
308 – Fire – The Crazy World of Arthur Brown
309 – Stuck In The Middle – Stealers Wheel
310 – Better Lying Down – Grace Slick
311 – 1922 Blues – Charlie Parr
312 – Pardon Me (I’ve Got Someone To Kill) – Johnny Paycheck
313 – Common People – Pulp
314 – I’m In The Mood For Love – John Lee Hooker & Bonnie Raitt
315 – Mary Won’t You Call My Name – Morphine
315 – Cripple Creek – Buffie Sainte-Marie
316 – For What It’s Worth – Buffalo Springfield


October 2022 poem harvest

November 2nd, 2022

October 2022 poem harvest

2022.10.2 – I was breast man
2022.10.3 – Life along the asphalt
2022.10.7 – Bureaucrats
2022.10.9 – First word of the day
2022.10.14 – Driving concrete highway
2022.10.15 – Lady’s morning FB status
2022.10.18 – Sitting in the low light morning
2022.10.25 – Pain rise morning
2022.10.29 – Another cup of guilt, please

~ ~ ~

I was breast man
at Mammary’s wedding
nippled in the bud

~ ~ ~

Life along the asphalt
fear mongers feeding folk
yolk of discontent

~ ~ ~

use their craft
to weave more crap

~ ~ ~

First word of the day
and the last

~ ~ ~

Driving concrete highway
concrete before
concrete after
concrete both sides
concrete beneath


~ ~ ~

Lady’s morning FB status:

“Ah for a cozy, comfy, worry-free world.
Where every room is a candle of a different height,
and all the doors delight to delight.”

– Lady 10.15.2022

~ ~ ~

Sitting in the low light morning
of another Cleveland grey day
rain rapping roof
soothing this beast at least
two clocks ticking reminding me of me
thunder somewhere distant rumbling
mumbling its quantum ties
fireplace playing
happy edging about in curiosity
somewhat outside my lines of lies
I feel hopefully inadequate
not up to the task

“of what?” you might ask

its before
and after

~ ~ ~

Pain rise morning
walking in the asters
beneath the golden leaves

Every click of entropy
Brings darker now
brighter then

Clocks a tickin’ talkin’ time
space oozing gravity’s rhyme

~ ~ ~

Another cup of guilt, please
cuz that’s how I’m built, see
running on anon

fear and failure favorite out
in this game of blame and doubt


Lady’s poem 10.30.2022

October 31st, 2022


Bees fly by our wavy green window
fuzzy gold comets on solar missions
stitches of insects are more magical than sparkles

And the light of sun on the wind water of trees
olive diamonds flop in and out
like frankincense Saturdays

I remember pictures of boy scouts camping
unloading Grandpa Ireland’s VW bus
technicolor apples of their cheeks
the daub of a palette knife
gulped in a throat

In my mouth, the rock taste of water
the eyelid of a lip
divining rod in the secondary growth forest
paths tangle in my eye
woman girl

– Lady, 10.30.2022


the G spot

October 31st, 2022
songs once in my shuffle pool . . . 
Gloria: In Excelsis Deo – Patti Smith
Go Down, Moses – Paul Robeson
God – Tori Amos
God Bless the Child – Billie Holiday
God Break Down the Door – Nine Inch Nails
God Moves on the Water – Larkin Poe
God Was Drunk When He Made Me – Jim White
God is God – Juno Reactor
God’s Back Pocket – Hellwood
God’s Gonna Cut You Down – Johnny Cash


Smith is in the Kitchen today

October 25th, 2022

Rolling Up Those Hours

My monthly feature on Medusa’s Kitchen (9 poems, 10 fotos).

“Smith is in the Kitchen today, and welcome back to him and his way-cool poetry and visuals! Steven Smith suffered a bad fall recently, with multiple injuries, and he’s having to work his way through it with not-a-little pain. Fortunately, recent arm surgery was completed with success. Hang in there, Big Guy! Joy, love, coffee and weed…” – Kathy Kieth, edited and published Medusa’s Kitchen.


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