Status Report 113

Old cold creeps deep
and we are not yet ready
for fall to die into winter wail.

The seasons teach hope:
spring to sum, fall to win.

Endure the day
though it last forever
it will pass.

This old this
but now awaiting next.

– Smith, 10.29.2015

Status Report 112

Motor noises mesh the night
with road and rain and hiss

Metal boxes moving people
grind in grid and go

Their hurry is not mine
nor their dark

I sit in light, unwet within
warm with wife and wed

– Smith, 10.28.2015

spirit in the dark

The Rise and Fall of All

In beginning land before fishman
we crawled on sand using fin for feet

only to find we were the menu plan
for faster stronger meaner meat

then dark matter died the dinosaur
comets cleaved the cloud

the big and bad became manure
as the quiet replaced the loud

though tooth and claw still the law
since eating the apple of truth

we now ride so high we’re heading for fall
unless we can salvage our youth

cuz round it goes from win to lose
for peoples, cities, lands

when we poor fools fail to chose
the right and grand in am

– Smith, 10.27.2015

Status Report 111

I watch the old walk old,
the young walk older still.
They sandwich the not yet between.

– Smith, 10.26.2015

Status Report 110

Unwinged bird of the morning
tell me of your sun

Undug creature in the earth
how does ride your moon?

Surface beings dirt and air
dance the nightday dance

Reptile skins and fish of scale
swim this rim of real

I be all as they do be
we be normal shelf

– Smith, 10.25.2015

kachingpop

Status Report 109

Can’t afford a new day today
so got used one in bargain bin at thrift store

Figure the stains and worn torn
won’t weaken my walk or way

Used don’t mean crude or abused
more often just not properly played

And the frays found can be rewoven
into tassels to tug a much brighter day

– Smith, 10.24.2015

Lady K art behind Jeff Chiplis art

Status Report 108

My aches pain as my pains ache
because this is how earth laws relate

Body crawls in gravity and mass
as through life’s cavity we pass

This thin skin doesn’t end our here here
life ain’t confined to such unit mere

I am you and you are me
since we are all together one separately

Except you’re unknown and I need refreshed
inside this prison of head and flesh

Going to get me a hacksaw, a file, a hammer
break out of stilted I me my manner

Then I’ll whiz and fling and better bang
as I walk my walk and string my thang

Folks will say “Oh let’s be like him
instead of grovelling in our gravel of grim.”

– Smith, 10.23.2015