Timecuts
1.
At toll top rest stop
reach down to unzip
find fly already unflown
2.
Next time
I will be glad I finished the dishes
this time
3.
Choose your slant
in time of want
grasshopper your ant
4.
Open haiku
just for you
at blossom time
– Smith, 6.22.2016
Sitting Slow and Drinking Coffee
Drummers drumming business
going door to door
with calico and camphor and clause
Strummers strumming thickness
of this life of strings
slick with commons to the cause
Walkers walking darkness
shedding lack and light
of various befores and afters
Thinkers thinking starkness
between start and stopping
on our endless trek for laughter
Then there’s me
sitting slow and drinking coffee
before new arc of rising sun
– Smith, 6.21.2016
The drumming of my feet as I run
heats my blood, pumps my oxygen,
syncs my thought, my strategies to live,
so many strategies –
During planned time with the universe on my couch
I recalibrate, I seek to meet the ideals of my ethos
a breeze comes through the window
I taste serenity in my head
I release myself into being held
Here I am this me and we are we
wrapped in thought and sensation
Out there a nebula looks like
the Madonna and Child, a calm commentary
painted in vast matter and light
~ Lady
KarmaLot
Buddha bends his brow
swaps wrong with right
dark with light
and calls it day
Christ’s got this gig
casting demons into pigs
making the little big
with after death encores
The youngest prophet Muhammed
tried to straighten our act
by stressing fact
and mending of the said
All three seek in deed
to instill some heart
in those missing that part
with blood that doesn’t bleed
– Smith, 6.20.2016
Odd lots of tertiary things
happenings dress the vast black
of my interior thought
the ornamented particulars
of my life
Hanging over the elaborate taffrail
purposed rosaries are plucked
from musical notes
bounding a watery surface
Decorations of devotion
scapulars draped from necks shush
and listen to soaring responsories
~ Lady
Status Report 220
Looked out the window
looked inside my head
didn’t see nothin’
so went back to bed
– Smith, 6.19.2016
portrait of me by Lady K
Types of Work
I run by the river, my diet of water
under iron need to exercise,
free for an hour despite
a lightning depleted and
rekindled
Attracted to this lodestone
in caffeinated capture – always out
it’s halfway back to coercivity’s
fret
~ Lady
Sisyphus Cycle
Get up, stumble through dark
start churning the caffeine crank.
Get re-weighted rock from storage
head on up the hill.
Road rocky, walk weary,
the upside down, the down done gone.
Dark in mind bides its time
as it circles in the soft.
The body falls as spirit rises
so flesh must hide mind’s cost.
One can serve in serfdom
or flee in flight up river.
– Smith, 6.18.2016
Werewolf Rock
My song in singing
is growl howl groan moan
I’m old school
old werewolf school, that is
But I got the text
and the texture
Both rhythm in roll
and earworm recall
As I slink and slide
to the surreal side
(107 songs:
)
– Smith, 6.17.2016
The Sisyphus Zone
Wife works The Stress Road
from get-go to got-gone
up before sun, bed after moon
packhorsing burdens room to room
town to clown to clown to town
carrying customer loads
while hoisting her own
Work the road
Walk the road
Fix the road
Tote the load
She says it’s temporary
though of extra time she’s nary
I think she’s getting contrary
watching her garden grow
so endlessly Sisyphus slow
– Smith, 6.16.2016
