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Archive for December, 2015

backwards is advance

Thursday, December 10th, 2015


Status Report 137

Like alcoholic
I take day at a time
wake up positive
a veritable 10
walk through day step by stop
work at listening, caring, helping
getting smaller, wronger as day declines
run down to 1
go to bed
recharge to Sisyphus it again
up the hill till try retried
summit denied
and yet
one of these days
I’m going to make it to the top
get it right

In the doing, not the done
backwards is advance

– Smith, 12.10.2015



dance specific the enigmatic

Wednesday, December 9th, 2015


Status Report 136

I dance specific the enigmatic
in the city of the automatic

Of three things that matter:
: what was thought before
: what is thought now
: what will be thought after
these matter not

where form again agains in place of gain
and be but seed in zen of wear and wane

I ride the carrotoid artery
work the dirt far down the line

unsure of worth of warp and weight
go in circles looking for the straight

– Smith, 12.9.2015



drinking chai, thinking ch’i

Tuesday, December 8th, 2015


Status Report 135

Going to sit in rocking chair
and play my foreskin now

eat yesterday’s orange
with tomorrow’s wine

all are gone who can be gone
two dead cars out back

this moment now is then renewed
until upwhen recycles gain

so smoke me some of that beatnik tea
honor Miles’ “Spanish Tea”

drink some chai, think some ch’i
head retreading me

– Smith, 12.8.2015



legal speed caffeine creed

Monday, December 7th, 2015

enigmaticmorniongenigmatic morning

Status Report 134

Out of coffee, up before sun
no hot dark black liquid to ring my run

No caffeine cruise down Philosophy Lane
no quick pick up sup and I’m too blame

Yesterday sure two days supply would stretch
when in truth one was reach

So out of go glued to slow of day brake pad
wishing oh for the coffee glow of the happy glad

To heed the legal speed of the caffeine creed
is my basic crankshaft need

Oh well, guess I’ll toke some morning smoke
and need in weed recede

– Smith, 12.7.2015

enigmaticeveningenigmatic evening


we’re all just different crazy

Sunday, December 6th, 2015


Status Report 133

I keep saying
we’re all just different crazy.

I got a lot of cracked dishes
work just fine.

– Smith, 12.6.2015



Einstein x time

Saturday, December 5th, 2015


Einstein Time

Time is relative
and relatives take time

Serving 9 to 5 with no parole

Thirty days hath these
one more those
and one one or two less

Crazy times? crazy times?
what you talkin’ bout, Willis?
that wasn’t crazy
merely courageous exploration outside normal boundaries
of known space and time.

Not always in the mood to do
what I agreed to do
by the time it’s time to

The cricket chorus counts its beat
tempo by degree
no hot time in Cold Town night
we sink in own reprieve

In life we go round, we go round
off times we come back
sometimes we stay

Is it bedtime yet?
I seem stuck in slow time net
as I climb eternal get
of this day’s nyet

Time to try to time the crime

Just cuz there’s no light
don’t mean sun won’t rise again
it’s more we’re in time’s slide

Where does spent time go?
how do they store passed time?
there’s so much of it
oodles and boodles of past poodles and noodles
maybe they recycle it
filter it
clean it up
remove the tears and fears
rerun it past us
so we’re using used time

May you live in change time
relative to quantum

There is no time like the pleasant

– Smith, 12.5.2015



me small, life big

Thursday, December 3rd, 2015


Einstein time

Status Report 132

Budget busted,
me small, life big,
same old same old, yet new new.

 – Smith, 12.3.2015



ee um feh um so foo swee too eem

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2015


Status Report 131

“Ee um feh um so foo swee too eem”
Mrs. Dalloway sighs to witch doctor’s cry
“ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang walla walla, bing bang”
while chipmunks attempt to beat
purple people eaters seeking to eat
doo-wop Italians singing street corner sweet
in 20’s to 50’s creep

– Smith. 12.2.2015




Tuesday, December 1st, 2015



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