The family that disarrays together, stays together
fotos of Lady K & Smith by machine
Dada Greybeard
A lady poet followed me home
and asked if I could keep her.
I replied
it must be denied
for I had no room in my freezer.
She engineered her stay
of relocation with play
charm and elocution.
Praised this and that
allowed a wee pat
counted on evolution.
I may be cheap
and easy too
but for female I’m hard-wired.
And too
it’s sort of cool
this once being the one that’s desired.
Though I question her taste
her need of rat waste
a too hasty fade
will shatter shades
I cannot replace.
Best to see
what she reweaves
what treasure in her trundle.
Though it fracture my plan
I am but man
and man is meant to bundle.
— Smith, 2005
LOOVE the pic and the poem!
Thank you.
That’s the second poem I wrote to her after we took up.
The first:
Pulp Lust
Your “you do with me as you want”
Popped plans of white slave trades
And long slow humid caravans
On large lumbering cockroaches
Thru jungle green into my brain.