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Sisyphus Smith

Sunday, January 31st, 2016


Sisyphus Smith

First couple sips strong black coffee
couple tokes cheap weed
a bit more coffee
see if the ache of pains pass
sit in the low light
waiting for sun to rise
my favorite time of day
before light before strife
before might turns to maybe
turns to later
turns to lost
turns to let it go
walking this waking wheel
working the worry weave
for answers
to get through one more day
rolling the rock
losing the rock
rolling the rock
losing the rock
letting it go
letting it all go
cherishing what remains

– Smith, 1.31.2016



is but was on way to when

Saturday, January 30th, 2016


detail from Pharmacy Duchamp, 1980s

Supple Simon Sez

Lot of shallow in my deep
many a crocodile do I weep

Tons of sheep within my sham
too much ain’t in my am

I fake sincere with best of them
obscure my grim in rictus grin

Bite my lip to hide sharp tooth
pretend paid news not corporate abuse

I’m all smiles, and good, and dear
there is no nasty lurking near

It’s Santa and soon and truth fairy fly
as the Great Pumpkin rises to sky

Yet in spite, and maybe because
we have kindness in our 2-people pod

There’s she and me and the be between
with Mr. Rogers our hero king

Our corner is cleaned and lighted well
making space for more gentle swell

Ain’t no taint of right and wrong
but should and could for lighter song

We shed old groan for gentler tone
our mutual magic muting moan

So clean your corner, make amend,
have chairs about to sit a friend

Be safe haven in stormy lie
calm of port for weary why

For as supple Simon sez
this is but was on way to when

– Smith, 1.30.2016



i prefer rats

Friday, January 29th, 2016

mrbusinessmanMr. Businessman (detail from large Smith sculpture)

Status Report 168

Rats sing.
Rats laugh.
Rats line their nests
with gnawed American money.

The rich sing.
The rich laugh.
The rich also line their nests
with money not their own.

I prefer rats.
They do it for love.

– Smith, 1.29.2016

Think my new piece East of the Sun, West of the Moon, 20″ x 16″ might be done. Have to see how the various shades of copper corrosion age, and how the broken bits of staples rust through the white puff sky clouds.

This was a hard piece because I started with the 6″ tall Edgar Allen Poe action figure, which seriously limited my options. It was a fight from start to finish, which was fun.

Sky portion has a lot of diamond dust white glitter, lower portion lots of iridescent green glitter.












East of the Sun, West of the Moon, 20″ x 16″, Smith, 2016


time to check my warrantee

Thursday, January 28th, 2016


either Derek Hess or Hess inspired

Status Report 167

Caffeine and codeine
make for fine pre-sun buzz
thanks to broken knee.

Down the trail of broken bones:

Nose, five ribs, right hand, right wrist,
left wrist, right elbow, left elbow, collar bone,
big toe, left knee, small toes,
cracked pelvis, innumerable cracked ribs…

Time to check my warrantee.

– Smith, 1.28.2016



plop Plop PLOp PLOP

Wednesday, January 27th, 2016


Conversation with Wife 21

“You’re going to eat aren’t you?”
After you go to bed.
I don’t know, cold cereal, oatmeal maybe.
“Oatmeal’s good for you, firms your bowels.”
Oh I love bowels
especially church bowels when they play
plop Plop PLOp PLOP plop Plop PLOp PLOP
POOp POOP Poop poop plop PLOp Plop plop

– Smith, 1.27.2016



purr fur

Tuesday, January 26th, 2016


The Bloodless In-Between

She’s so warm and soft
asleep on chairback behind my head
purr filled fur
paw touching my shoulder
in sweet affection
my blood dried on her tooth and claw

Life is hard
except when it’s not

– Smith, 1.26.2016

14th day of broken kneecap. Seems at least a week longer. Believe the immobile leg awkwardness, the low constant hum of pain, and the no long hot bath soak’n’tokers are starting to drain my positive outlook reserves . . . just a wee bit physically and mentally weary. Plus want to start new art piece and you should see my slapstick routine of getting down and up from the floor where I work . . . and I have to work off to my right side since my left leg’s stiff out left. Trade knee immobilizer for a cloth brace in a week.

Forgot one break in earlier brokebone list – add my high school nose to the eight ribs, right hand, right wrist, left wrist, right elbow, left elbow, collar bone, big toe, left knee, and cracked pelvis (plus innumerable cracked ribs over the years).

Will be 70 in six weeks. Seventy years old. And the adventure just keeps moilivating over the hill.



memory mammary mummery muse

Monday, January 25th, 2016


Status Report 166

Sex is messy.
Birth is nessy.
Life is messy.
Then there’s death and decay.

But oh, the memories,
the mammaries, the mummery,
the muse.

– Smith, 1.25.2016



it is what it is

Sunday, January 24th, 2016


Status Report 165

“It is what it is”
they long been saying.

“It is what it is”
always been true.

“It is what it is”
unlevels the playing.

“It is what it is”
don’t mean that you do.

– Smith, 1.24.2016



twinkle twinkle glitter star

Saturday, January 23rd, 2016

comicsizechange in  PD comics size – foto 10% larger than actual comic

Parachute Buddha

Twinkle twinkle glitter star
how far wonderful you are.

Bits of lace from scraps of sky
wisp within my mind of eye.

What’s the span of plan, my man?
Adjusting flow within the go?

Or skipping highs for lesser lows?

Too hep to be hip?
Too hip to be hep?

Okay, we’ll do it the easy way then.

– Smith, 1.23.2016

Believe I’m done with the Cleveland Plain Dealer newspaper.

Used to read the paper front to back except for the business and sports sections, but then started reading them as well when I realized how much crime was involved. Good ole Albert Bell’s corked bat odyssey when a Cleveland Indians teammate crawled through the air ducts to switch evidence bats was the start. Turns out business and sports are essentially crime reporting.

But when we came back from our 31 month jaunt out of the country, the Plain Dealer had been stripped of writers due to their ever decaying financial picture, and their right-wing posturing became a bit too obvious, so I quit.

Unfortunately Lady with her soft heart read that the PD was in trouble subscriber-wise and signed up to help . . . in spite of my entreaties not to.

Since then it’s been delivered late, to hidden areas of the yard, other renters doors, and sometimes not at all. But when they went from 7-day-a-week delivery down to 4-days-a-week, they lost what little utility they had for me, which was reading the daily comics and solving the daily Jumble puzzle.

Now they’ve decided to make the comics about 25% smaller, so I can no longer read then in normal light . . . this is of course after already making them smaller years ago.

Seems to me the Plain Dealer newspaper’s main business model these days is fucking me over more and more so they can afford to keep their right-wing propaganda rag going.

Enough. Bye bye Pain Dealer.



conversation with wife 20

Friday, January 22nd, 2016


Conversation with Wife 20

Lady sez “I love u.”
What about the other 25 letters of the alphabet?
How do you feel about them?

She clicks and PAUSE appears on the screen.
“I gotta pee!”
Me too. Is this a pee pause?
“Pee pause!” Pee pause! we shout and highfive.
How many pees in a pause?
“In this case, two.”

I’m a lucky fellow,
there’s a sweetness to my Lady,
and of course as always
a bit of bite.

Lady sez “Echo equals Narcissus minus ego.”

– Smith, 1.22.2016



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