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Archive for July, 2015

happiness can happen

Thursday, July 9th, 2015


Status Report 37

The daily news obscures the views
that happiness can happen.

– Smith, 7.9.2015



undone do

Wednesday, July 8th, 2015


Status Report 36

I tell you true from me to you
you can’t undone the do.

– Smith, 7.8.2015



acoustic werewolves

Tuesday, July 7th, 2015


Status Report 35

Acoustic werewolves more talk than walk,
balk at blood, barely bay at moon,
stink of silver spoon.

– Smith, 7.7.2014



spark inspire

Monday, July 6th, 2015



Status Report 34

Caffeine and cannabis
in pre-dawn dark
tribal fire spark inspire.

– Smith, 7.6.2015









The Human Lobster Claw Paw Project, part 2

Monday, July 6th, 2015


Status Report 33

The world doesn’t end, just sheds dead skin.
So you out?
Or in?

– Smith, 7.5.2015

The Human Lobster Claw Paw Project, part 2.

The good news is on our previous beehive inspection, I was not stung on the neck as I’d feared, so my head didn’t swell up, which is good because folk say my head is too big already.

The bad news is I was stung by my wedding ring this time. 5 weekly inspections, 4 stings. May have to give in and wear protective gear cuz I’m tired of swelling up.

This morning just my ring finger was swollen, but a few hours later the venom realized there wasn’t enough swelling room so oozed south into my hand, which not only swoll but is still swelling. There’s now more flesh than skin can hold so it bulges out, rubbery, red.

I don’t start swelling until 18 hours after the sting, no idea why the delay, so I go to bed wondering what deformity I’ll wake with in the morning. Interesting process.

Flesh is tight, uncomfortable, little pain, but major itch factor, and if scratched becomes infinitely more itchy, deeper itchy, angry itchy. Skin is red, taut, hot, radiates heat.

Fortunately as soon as I removed the stinger from my finger I glanced at my wedding ring next to it, flashed on how my hand had swollen into a lobster claw last sting, and immediately moved my ring to my right hand . . . if I hadn’t, they’d be cutting it off in the Emergency Room right now.

I’m wearing head net and maybe even gloves next time. Had both of my hands been stung this time my daily life would be a Laurel & Hardy routine. I can’t fathom how uncomfortable a ballooned neck or face would be, though I would get some interesting fotos.

I walk the wire until it breaks, and my previous path done look broke to me.



teddy bear picnic – not

Saturday, July 4th, 2015


Status Report 32

Fullmoon dark picnic in the park,
where’s the Teddy Bears?

Sweet birds tweet unrisen sun.

Trains on both sides of us low moan wail,
send me spindrift down line of time.

– Smith, 7.4.2015



eat sky

Friday, July 3rd, 2015


Status Report 31

The bromeliad air vines lack earth,
grow wire high,
eat sky.

So do I.

– Smith, 7.3.2015



Good and bad been flowing

Thursday, July 2nd, 2015


Status Report 30

Good and bad been flowing
and bad made good.

Reality keeps getting me stoned
then messes with that
or breaks this
to see which hoop I choose or lose
and do I hump or loop
and if I groan it lumps lumps on
but shrug a smile and more stone sown
so I’m heading safe
borrowing this gatha
wife taped to morning mirror:

“Waking up this morning I smile
knowing there are 24 brand new hours before me.
I vow to live fully in each moment,
and look at beings with eyes of compassion.”

Think it’s Thich Nhat Hanh’s.

Anyway, I gotta gatha
and sutra on.

– Smith, 7.2.2015

Gatha pronounced GOT-a.

per Wikipedia —

Gatha is a Sanskrit term for “song” or “verse”, especially referring to any poetic metre which is used in legends, and is not part of the Vedas but peculiar to either Epic Sanskrit or to Prakrit. The word is originally derived from the Sanskrit/Prakrit root gai, which means, to speak, sing, recite or extol.

A sutra is an aphorism or a collection of aphorisms in the form of a manual or, more broadly, a text in Hinduism or Buddhism. Literally it means a thread or line that holds things together and is derived from the verbal root siv-, meaning to sew. The word “sutra” was very likely meant to apply quite literally to these texts, as they were written down in books of palm leaves sewn together with thread. This distinguishes them from the older sacred Vedas, which until recently were only memorised, never committed to paper.

We have big at our fingers, so often do little with it.



greenwhite creamyellow gold salmon offcream

Wednesday, July 1st, 2015

Status Report 29

Translucent greenwhite circular cucumber slices
wedge avacado creamyellow green
butter oval cracker gold in glow
small salmon color cup of offcream hummus
on clear glass plate —
pastel still life with whole soul goal.

– Smith, 7.1.2015



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