WALKING ON THIN ICE

Johnny GoodWave

Johnny GoodWave

I am Mutant Smith, reality adjuster.
Lady says since I am an adjuster
I should make reality nicer for all.
Told her I’m trying,
but there’s so much out of whack
I can’t fix it all at once,
especially since I work better on local reality.
But the good news is
better adjusted small realities
accumulate into better bigger realities.
And I’m doing mind exercises
to increase my power
to emit good waves
to influence larger regions.
Once successful
I will roam reality emanating good waves,
and a hundred years down the road
when folk see me coming
they’ll shout “Here comes Johnny GoodWave”
and wave as I pass,
tossing small spliffs of appreciation,
and when I’ve done doing,
I’ll wave on,
reform waveform,
and return as Johnny MarijuanaSeed.

– Smith, 5.21.2014

Willie Nelson sees the light

To Bee Smoke or Be Smoker

from Lady K ->
“Need good summer poems for thecitypoetry.com. Have lots of photos, but do need the poems. Ones to charm the season, poems to welcome & create a wonderful summer.”

Busy daze. Friday I turned a 15 foot dancing tree trunk into a one-face totem pole for Hooper’s Farm. Saturday we attended a bee conference at the fair grounds in the morning, and the 4th annual Blue Sky Folk Festival in Kirtland afterward, which had a fine line-up. Sunday Lady ran her second half marathon, 13.6 miles. We also worked on our community garden plot of tomatoes, herbs, milkweed, sunflowers.

To Bee Smoke or Be Smoker

When the beekeeper conference speaker
held up an antique bee smoker, I murmured,
“Wow, that’s a well-used smoker.”
“So are you,” my wife jokes.

Later they suggest beekeepers keep
a smoker fuel box close by to keep fuel dry
for the smoker smoking
and she continues,
“Yup, that’s you.”

Well, I do smoke,
certainly enjoy a buzz,
and am almost antique old,
so maybe next 420 conference
I can give my own talk on tokes,
rolling joints,
scoring dope,
cleaning pipes,
seeds and stems,
the ritual passing to left,
the chronic smell of kind,
and going for gold through Panama Red.

It could be my TED Toke.

*(TED ~ Technology, Entertainment and Design, 1984)

– Smith, 5.20.2014

Back Bottom Blues

psykologi

Back Bottom Blues

Think I’ll go down to the river bottom
see what’s washed up by the tide,
sniff and pinch and taste if nature,
pluck and poke and prise if man.

Or take a walk down back street alley
check on state of underground,
some new truths might be rising,
or major moral raising plan.

Best be some thing, some where, some soon
since much I see needs more light,
many corner cutting takers
getting kicks shortchanging am.

So I walk looking under ladders,
poke the trash to see what is,
got to be some right somewhere
if good ain’t just another scam.

– Smith, 5.19.2014

swirl

Too Jung to be a Freud

Sisyphus

Too Jung to be a Freud

Walking down the street
looking for the light
that’s going to help me cross
to the other side.

There is no other side,
it all just bits within,
the staying and the going
another name for when.

So the chicken in the road
and the chicken bun ‘n bin
different ways of losing
depending which one wins.

There is no road to ramble,
for crossing look to in,
a journey worth the gamble
to prove the myth of sin.

No sin in our beginning,
and we begin again at will,
serious in our pushing
forever rock up hill.

– Smith, 5.18.2014

Sisyphus

Cyclemore Tree

Cyclemore Tree

Hello I meant to say I see
new little balls on the testicle tree.

The old balls are being pushed out,
guess they’re losing their clout.

New leaves growing fast,
popping at long last.

Sucking up sun and rain,
forgetting winter’s bane.

Soon too muggy and way too hot
but good by bad is often brought.

Shiver through cold, wilt in heat,
such I’m told is the life of meat.

– Smith, 5.16.2014

Froth ‘n Fro

unpicked 5-leaf & 4-leaf clover found by Lady

Froth ‘n Fro

It’s raining yellowgreen flower petals.

Raindrops hit new leaf blossoms,
knocks them to the ground
where they lie like green foam
outlining the sudden puddles,
Ma Nature’s froth ‘n fro.

They fall with gentle motion,
prettypattern everywhere
celebrate the heart
and art the air.

– Smith, 5.15.2014

6-lip tulip

Skyslice Outside 3rd Floor Window

sunrise – I know poem is sunset, but same window & trees

Skyslice Outside 3rd Floor Window

New small leaves bounce in wind,
sinking sun liquid licks green in passing,
evening gold gilds trunk till branch bark glows,
bluegray pewter of sky leaking through
the wind water rustle of leaves
doing their land jive,
a grand hive of might in motion
as notion fades,
sun sets,
gild goes,
wind wilts,
is becomes was
and new be’s be
until tomorrow’s do again.

– Smith, 5.14.2014

different tree entirely