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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
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Archive for October, 2015
Saturday, October 31st, 2015

Status Report 116
Action is change over time and space
and since quantum relative gurus claim
time and space illusion
there is no action
no then
no past future when
just now and now and now more now
and then no now cuz now needs then
so
so long to this
goodbye to that
forget the me the me not me
forget the you the you not you
forget the them the them not us the us not them
cuz if there ain’t some some
then we’re all none
or summed one
and one ain’t two
unless it’s me as you
and since we be true
that’s what I choose
– Smith, 10.31.2015

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Friday, October 30th, 2015



Status Report 114
I drive through yesterday,
see is where wasn’t was,
was where isn’t is.
– Smith, 10.30.2015
Here are three pieces of art I did last week while Lady was in Oregon.
Off Grid, 5.5″ x 7.5″
Your New You, 4″ x 6″
A Bicycle Built for Two, 4.5″ x 4″
That looks like a poem.

Off Grid, 5.5″ x 7.5″, 2015, Smith
Your New You, 4″ x 6″, 2015, Smith
A Bicycle Built for Two, 4.5″ x 4″, 2015, Smith
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Thursday, October 29th, 2015

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

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Wednesday, October 28th, 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

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Tuesday, October 27th, 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

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Monday, October 26th, 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

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Sunday, October 25th, 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

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Saturday, October 24th, 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
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Friday, October 23rd, 2015

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

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Thursday, October 22nd, 2015
starcharge
Status Report 107
Exhausted stumble up stair
body unbalanced bouncing off wall
mind molasses cold cold day
thought stop and go stop and stop
these 41 hours walking awake
near nuff to lay me down
– Smith, 10.22.2015
Maybe (maybe not) had an hour nap yesterday on the couch, and likely had an hour snooze today during hot bath because I don’t remember much of it . . . got up 41 hours ago, then midnight drove 170 miles to a small airport past Pittsburgh to pick up Lady from her week out in Portland Oregon reconnecting with her bio-dad on his goat farm.
The drive back was a bit dicey. Kept thinking I always make it behind the wheel, but just one time not would ruin the run — caught myself fading repeatedly, and it took 70 miles to find a cup of coffee on the toll road to clarify the matter. Seems Pennsylvania has no food stops on their turnpike, you have to get off into the towns, so I had to wait until Ohio for caffeine.
Fuzzy today, going to be worthless tomorrow.

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