WALKING ON THIN ICE

30 seconds outside Erie

the only ticket I got

30 Seconds Outside Erie

Black ice sliding,
dark up come exciting,
car wheeling gone.
Miss first crashed car,
sliding toward flashing lights
coming from the cop.
Slip slide solution,
elation raises head,
collisionless.

– Smith, 1.25.2015

black ice

doo woppery

Lady K reading at Snoetry #5, Erie PA

Once again, daily poem and blog have little to do with each other, though both involve visceral body excitements.

Doo Wop

Do whop the noodle
do wham the clam
mix it with strudel
jam it in can
safe beneath covers
parts funk as folk may
renews us as lovers
in sweet slimy sway
surfaces slippery
though bonding in now
the future iffery
but time slides somehow
as sweet sweating plan
renumbers the clan.

– Smith, 1.24.2015

Leaving Snoetry 5 in Erie PA last night, we came upon two crashed cars on 79 with flashing police lights. I hit the brakes on a road covered in black ice, did not slow down at all and kept sliding toward the crashed car. I glanced into the mirror, saw no cars coming and managed to slide the car to the right so I just missed the crashed car, and felt a flash of relief only to see we were now heading right at the rear of the cop car. Glanced both ways and saw a slim space between the front of one crashed car and the back of the cop car so turned the wheel and managed to slide left between them and we continued on down the road, the screams and shouts of my wife and passenger poets now silenced in amazement . . . and I’ve three witnesses to it all — poets Wendy Shaffer, Krystal Sierra, and Lady K. It was a nasty drive back to Cleveland last night . . . took at least an hour longer because we were averaging between 31 and 40 mph on the freeway for a good while.

The adrenaline rush was incredible, and the whole thing was over before I could get scared because I was too busy steering, checking lanes, trying to decide where the next empty space was – it took less than 30 seconds. So fast, so magical . . . I cannot believe the way fortune smiles on me at times, saving me from myself.

I don’t know how, but when I see serious damage coming at me way too fast, my subconscious takes over and makes the least damaging decisions faster than I can think . . . I’ve experienced this repeatedly along the way, each time amazed my body does stuff without me.

Snoetry 5, left side of room

sail or see

Will be reading this today in Erie Pennsylvania at Snoetry #5. Lady & I each have a 10 minute slot in the 1pm thru 11pm lineup. We’ll be reading between 4:30 and 5:30. Poets are a strange breed, they’ll drive and hour and a half to read for 10 minutes for free.

Sail or See?

They say I sail the acerbic see,
spew random judgment all over the place,
that if you cross me I’m too in your face.

That’s part of be of me I do agree
unfortunately, but I aim to change
and hopefully correct and rearrange,
try to flow through life less seriously.

So,
there was a poet from Vancouver
who billed herself as “The Svelte Ms. Spelt”
she could really easily maneuver
the nether regions below her belt,
and I am still attempting to recover
from what I too hastily tried to felt.

– Smith, 1.23.2015

ooze ease

no sweat

Ooze Ease

Gotta ease this ooze,
put the apple back on tree,
walk in my own shoes,
journey on to better be,
disavow civilized blues.

– Smith, 1.22.2015

Trying to enter the Justice Center couple nights ago to attend the City Council meeting, the security guard asked me to sign-in and show foto ID. I went through every paper in my wallet twice – nada. Glanced at the guard, “What now?” He looked disgusted, “Just go on in.” I nodded at the metal detector and said, “I’ll probably set that off.” (I have a metal hip, metal shoulder). He seemed tired, “Go around.” I never did sign in, so either security is somewhat lax or I look harmless.

This morning I went back to the last two places I remember showing my license. The second was the Department of Motor Vehicles. Walked in with “Either I left my license here three weeks ago, or I’m applying for a new one.” They said no, if you had left it, we’d have called you, then checked to be sure — and handed me back my license. Saved $26. They had another half dozen licenses in the drawer . . . they handle so many people there’s bound to be glitches.

Heck, human = glitches . . . emotional, mental, moral, physical, as in my life I daily prove.

well, which is it?

Day Sending Night

Day Sending Night

Snow falls soft, quiet,
end of grey day light fades fast,
is tends with maybe,
dense white hides dirt, dents, disease,
potholes filled with crystal air.

– Smith, 1.21.2015