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Conversation with Wife 7

Friday, August 29th, 2014

Lady reading poetry at Mac’s Backs 8.27.2014

Conversation with Wife 7

“I read a list of Asperger’s Syndrome symptoms
and I don’t have them.”

“I didn’t think so because I haven’t smelled any beef.”

“No, that’s beefburger disease.
Aspburgers come from snake,
like when Cleopatra made an asp of herself.”

She looks in mirror.

“You know you’ll wear that out,
every time you look at yourself,
you steal a bit of the mirror’s soul.”

She takes off blouse and bra.

“You never announce these shows beforehand,
don’t advertise time or place,
I might miss a performance,
you need to email me where and when,
or text,
tweet teats,
say sweet treats in teat suite.”

“I love you too,” she says, touching my crotch,
“especially Bono.”

– Smith, 8.29.2014




Friday, August 29th, 2014


What magic
light made from matter
so accessible, too

I’d be a candle
I’d be a wick
I’d be the flame burning through me

Burn off the worry, that’s for sure

burn it off clean

I’d be that flame
licking through the fat of myself
putting me
up in the air

Like sun burns like wind like water burns,
clarifying, clean

How noise is a touch
and so much a voice
this thing burning
through me

~ Lady


Sisyphus’ Wife

Tuesday, August 26th, 2014

rock Lady

Sisyphus’ Wife

My Lady builds rocks,
she builds piles, towers,
she builds up, they fall,
she builds again,
she build up,
she build higher,
they fall,
they fall higher,
they fall low,
they fall in-between,
my Lady builds rocks,
she builds rock,
she goes higher.

– Smith, 8.26.2014

2morro nite, Wednesday August 27th at Mac’s Backs, Lady & I read with Mary E. Weems, Shelley Chernin, John Burroughs and Steve Brightman at the book release for 7 poets writing a poem a day for October 2013 . . . Oct Tongue – 1, 300+ pages, $15, Crisis Chronicles Press, 7 PM.

Mac’s Backs-Books On Coventry
1820 Coventry Rd, Cleveland Heights, Ohio 44118

rock sculpture by Lady, Allegheny National Forest



Tuesday, August 26th, 2014


seems like peanuts,
small potatoes, but
it’s pretty big

Wisps of plenty o’ the wish
grants & keeps flesh going

Plenty enough
for so many of us

Recognize the “I love You”

Those who have much can too,
they can too

I love You

Like an instrument
played by oneself and
the interface
to the rest of God-Reality

Those who have much
can impart

They can impart

~ Lady


status report 3

Friday, August 22nd, 2014

me is

Status Report 3

Most like who I am,
few like who I’ve been.

– Smith, 8.22.2014

me was


Wishing Are

Thursday, August 21st, 2014

Lady K

Wishing Are

May your flow be sweet,
your life complete.

Smith, 8.21.2014

Recurring Facebook meme sez quickly list 10 books that affected your life.

Tao Te Ching – Lao Tzu
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass – Lewis Carroll
The Hunger Artist – Franz Kafka
Zen Flesh Zen Bones – Paul Reps
Valis – Philip K. Dick
The Doors of Perception – Aldous Huxley
The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm
The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens
Siddhartha – Hermann Hesse
On the Road – Jack Keroac

Keroac’s listed last because even though the book redirected my life when I was 17, when I reread it 43 years later I saw how sad and shallow it was; nonetheless the book got me to Europe, Morocco, Mexico, and marijuana.

Lady K



Thursday, August 21st, 2014


When I ask the Universe
what it’d like to think about

“Love, always love,” it says,
“Or sometimes Frank Zappa…”

“What do bees think?” I ask

“Love,” it says

A kind of oozing, buzzing
humming love, I think

Humming hymns,
Sea of Love

Love so lush
kindness spurts everywhere
flowers for everyone,
bouquets of flowers
and low hung fruit

Your face parting leaf
like peeking from a tapestry
painted by Rousseau

~ Lady


shadowshark blue q subfreudianlust

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014


blue q






labia rising

the night has a 1,000 eyes



Tuesday, August 19th, 2014


Save paradise, the old elements:
draughts of water sweet as nectar
air, the thinking of which entering our lungs
an immediately accessible way to feel peace
productive soil, satisfaction of scooping it in
the hand, aroma rich as freshly ground coffee
judiciously kindled fire–a great comfort

And the spectrum of fruits from dripping peaches
to Katie’s cherry plunked buckets
conjuring handy old words
like larders and pantries,
bushels and baskets,
pints and jars

Civilization has great role
for Nature

Civilization unspread on gingham from
a picnic basket sitting by a creek
in a well-managed watershed

Air fired in our lungs and liquid
jewel of water perpetually sprung from
taps of lakes, rivers and reservoirs
happy and clean via exercise of
regulations and

Soil composted
on the lattice of organic learning
principles of agriculture revisited
cherry-picking best practices
from old… and new

~ Lady


Conversation with Wife 6

Friday, August 15th, 2014


Conversation with Wife 6

“I’m trying to use my daily vocab words,
like I’m not xeric because I’m drinking water.”
You mean desert dry xeric?
“Yes, there’s no wading in the wadi.”
Speaking of water, I need to piss.
“You could go to Europe.”
“So you’d be Euro peein’.”
You know how they get tannin in tea? Tannin booths.
“Ah my weekly horoscope is in.”
Don’t like horror movies so don’t read those, there’s no hope,
here, have a placebo, you’ll feel better.
“Which plant does the placebo come from?”
The Placebo Tree, the one Buddha sat under for enlightenment.
What’s your t-shirt say, Food Fight?
“Food Factor.”
I prefer Food Fucker. I had sex with oatmeal once.
“Is that how you sow your oats?”
She checks her face in the mirror.
You know you’ll wear that out,
every time you see your image in a mirror,
you steal a bit of its soul.

– Smith, 8.15.2014



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