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Archive for October, 2015

forget the me the me not me

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 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



3 new art pieces

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

yournewyou1Your New You, 4″ x 6″, 2015, Smith

bicyclefor2aA Bicycle Built for Two, 4.5″ x 4″, 2015, Smith


old cold creeps deep

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



warm with wife and wed

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



though tooth and claw still the law

Tuesday, October 27th, 2015

spiritinthedarkspirit 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



sandwich the not yet between

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



surface beings dirt and air

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



tassels to tug to much brighter day

Saturday, October 24th, 2015


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

ladychiplisLady K art behind Jeff Chiplis art


as through life’s cavity we pass

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



41 hours walking awake

Thursday, October 22nd, 2015


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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