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Archive for September, 2014

cobalt & clay

Tuesday, September 30th, 2014

Twixt now and noon they’ll cut my left shoulder off and plop in an artificial one of colbalt and clay . . . odd way to spend the day. Even odder is no coffee this morning, no water, no food, no grass.

Chop Lop Shop

This is day I’m cut,
trade bare bone ball left shoulder
for colbalt and clay.

There’s nineteen muscles
twixt skin and bone for doc’s knife
with my me between.

Weeks of pain and whine
entwined with more morphined aim
right hand left regain.

They cut my shoulder
today, chop and lop it off,
add cobalt and clay.

– Smith, 9.30.2014


lop & chop shop #2

Monday, September 29th, 2014


Checking off my list of 2-armed stuff needing done today because tomorrow they lop off my left shoulder, replace it with cobalt and ceramic, and there’s a 4 to 9 week rehab.

no pain



Thursday, September 25th, 2014


There’re ways
To push through
And bring it

Through this body
Through this veil

Arms stretched
Hands cupped, full of useful things
Like apples and nails

I walk about, I press it
Breathing steady, sweet, I flute it
Feeling the hinted, I get it

Learn words to the song
Talk such it feels good
Cumberless and fluid

Fall to roles and rollicking
Dance better
Charm You

~ Lady



Tuesday, September 23rd, 2014


Straighten up
Shake it loose
Get down
Don’t be a fool

Om zone
Phone home
Do whatcha gotta

Don’t put it off
Getcher self in line
Step by step can do it
Pull the rope through time

Be the best you can be
Clear the rubble of your way
For yer not disposable
Carpe diem the day

~ Lady



Thursday, September 18th, 2014


Flock of steps
feels good up the staircase
candle illuminates small space
pacing way to destination

Sweet smell o’ air, coolness
oxygen passes into the factory of lungs,
the ordered tangle of an
Escher print

Cat’s cradle aloft,
gravitational body
buoyant and plumb

Tongue set in house,
waits dormant
’til it tastes

~ Lady


America the dutiful

Wednesday, September 17th, 2014

rich man land

Unnatural Anthem

America the dutiful
Her sheep unroaming range.
Buying guns and killing sons
While rooting out the strange.
No unwhite skin shall live within
And women’s bodies are all sin,
Where greed grabs got
And holds the lot
Armed armful by armedful.
With two different songs
To hide their wrongs
They make us sing along.
Republicans kiss rich men’s buns
And Democrats aren’t much better.
Where voters found
We’re just cloned clowns
Whose check is mailed never.
With no incense in or outcense bin
We burn nonsense today,
A product which the world is rich,
With infinite supply.
So hey I say forget fair pay
All money goes to them.
They hug their bills for further ills
And wish we’d go away.
America the dutiful
You’ve so forgotten your way.
And this curse will get much worse
Unless we work our say.

– Smith, 9.17.2014



Conversation with Wife 9

Thursday, September 11th, 2014

read October

Conversation with Wife 9

I used to hunt moot with my grandfather in the fall.

“Did you ever hunt mime?”

Oh yes, loved to watch their silent screams,
and I saved on imaginary bullets.

“You’re a little strange.”

That’s only because I reign myself in,
otherwise I’d be way strange.

“How about if you sunned yourself in?”

??? – can’t remember what I said.


Ah, yes.

“It’s not so nice having the tables turned, is it?”

Is okay as long as the chairs are turned too.

– Smith & Lady, 9.11.2014




Thursday, September 11th, 2014


Not like a person perhaps
but a thing, a mode, an energy
moving through us, through what we’re in

An angel

Within and like, waving a magic wand

An angel offering relief
an angel as a wellspring of relief
secreting relief
oozing relief like aspirin or booze

An angel with a magic scalpal wand
wanting an angel with a magic virtual scalpal
helping me get through this

Scalpal my afflictions away
have process take care of them
heal them, far away from me, please

Blessed burn
sealing healing
like a wax stamp
promises secure

Love like pindrops
limbs coming to life
being in this stuff
swimming it like liquid
in a liquid

Tunnel of yessedness

~ Lady


September 9, 2014

Tuesday, September 9th, 2014

compost Lady

~ ~ ~


This 9-9 makes nine
years of you and me and we . . .
to double digits!

~ ~ ~

In relationship
nine years today – what a strange
fine trip it is.

~ ~ ~

hands-on – foto by Lady


sample core

Monday, September 8th, 2014



version 8.8

the center of the known universe

u r here


foto bomb

50,000 layers

cat sat

mons de Venus



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