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Archive for July, 2016

half dozen nuthin’

Friday, July 22nd, 2016



U.S. Presidential Election 2016

Where’s the bathroom?
I gotta take a Trump.

Forget the people’s will, Hillary?
A Wall Street shill, are ye?

– Smith, 7.22.2016

lesserevillesser of the evil


magic shopping cart creature dream

Friday, July 22nd, 2016


What a marvelous happy dream, exceedingly strange.

We were derelicts, living in alleys, abandoned buildings, each with different abilities. One of the things I could do was ride my stainless steel shopping cart. I’d sit or lay or stand on it and glide silently through the alley, up and down stairs, moving it with my mind. We were happy, and gentle if left alone. No one saw us because we were bums. But two normal crept in and tried to take us. I flung myself headfirst through the air down the stairs and in flight twisted around and gutted one of the bad guys with my fingers, faster than one could see I sliced his abdomen open in three flaps and emptied his insides in a second. I didn’t turn him into a creature, just a corpse. There was so much more but as I woke from excitement to get up to write it down, Mandy Cat lay on my belly and I stayed there for her purr knowing her happiness was more important than the dream details, and when she did get down from the bed, she vomited so we had to clean it up and more of the dream was lost. But each of us had different abilities, we were all friends, friendly, gentle, happy, we’d sing silently in comradeship, be of one mind. Everything was dark, the clothes old, the coats long, scraggly, but dirt wasn’t a factor because we were part of everything in collaboration, enjoyed gliding through the city lights at night. And I was sooooo happy, the dream was happy, my fellow creatures were happy, everything was perfect, as it should be, one with reality, but 90% of the dream is gone, but I’m left with a happy glow I hold to me like a warm hug.

So now it’s 4:30, been up an hour sitting in dark with pen and flashlight catching what I can, tingling with happy.

This is what happens when I go two weeks without smoking. Grass erases my dreams when I wake. Not smoking because of money troubles, but it’s worth it for dreams like this, these dreams are my night treasures.

– Smith, 7.22.2016



no Eve she

Thursday, July 21st, 2016


Status Report 227

Open freezer looking for nibbles
find none

Open fridge yet again for immediate eats
find none

Closing door I see wife’s note:



Grab apple
bite into spoiled pulp
spit it out

No Eve she

– Smith, 7.21.2016



bridge work

Wednesday, July 20th, 2016


Bridge Work

Riding my bicycle on the highway overpass
I see this written in magic marker
on the walkway:

I wanna
die SomeBody
Help ME Im
Falling apart slowly
dieing inside Just Please
SomeBody Help
ME The monsters
are taking over i
Need help is Bad i wanna
die mommy daddy im sorry can
you please help Me god let me

I know
You don’t
know me
but I Love
– Shon

I Love you Haillie!
Hang in there
Best Friend (drawn heart)
– Danni

Hey. Again. I
am Still Here for you
I walk this Bridge
every day hoping to run
into you. I hope things are
getting Better for you. I deal
with a lot of the very same
Thing you mentioned and I
know it gets hard, But
having someone who cares can
Be a great deal of help
I will always Love
you (drawn heart)!
– Shon

Well Thanks
we should
Meet up sometime
wen you see this
tell me when
– Hallie (drawn heart)

an I don’t kno
you But i love you too
(drawn heart)
– Hallie

who ever
are i cant
to meet you xxoo
– Haillie

it will all Be
over soon ima die










flock of phlox / back in the bee business

Tuesday, July 19th, 2016


A flock of phlox
outside our door
bursting into sun

– Smith, 7.19.2016

We’re going to buy a bee swarm in two weeks, be back in the bee business.



Lady poem 7-17-2016

Sunday, July 17th, 2016

The colophon of a book
of the paradise of my life – would
I let myself enjoy it – includes block print bees,
fruit trees, pineapples, haystacks and
wheat wreathes, mint juleps and distillations
cultural and otherwise, figures in almanacs
rendered into prizes for specimens shown
at a county fair

We could walk into this streaming sunshine logo, me and thee,
holding hands up to the curlicue of a wooden arch drizzled
in vine, ducking under leaf and grapes and other emblems
of harvest and civilization

Or we can walk into someplace wild named only
by calligraphic monks and keepers of words
glossy books of birds come to life

Summer morning before it gets hot
swallows divebombing us in plucky cheer
us alien in overgrown grasses of a nature
preserve, new eyes of animated stick figures
a children’s drawing taped
on my office cabinet


serious stuff in frivolous form

Saturday, July 16th, 2016


Bad dream number now.

Starting to remember my dreams again after a week unstoned.

This morning’s pre-dawn dream took place in an amalgamation of Mexico, Florida, Greece, the terror attacks n France, and the film Brazil.

It was a huge city and all was night, the colors muted, dim murky browns and grays, even the light was dark, or rather the sad lack passing as light – more like medieval torches.

Kept touching my wife to make love but she was so busy she didn’t notice, and when I told her, she looked around in shock at the flux of surrounding people and said it’d be months before we could be alone.

We were separated while I looked for fotos and grass, neither which appeared. People tried to help me but made things worse. I worried wife would be worried and tried to call her on my flip fone, but the zero kept disappearing. Asked people to help and they’d point at the fone saying there’s the zero’s right there, and it was, then they’d vanish and I’d try to dial with no zero. Finally realized I didn’t have to dial, could go to contacts and punch her name, so of course the contact button disappeared.

All this time there are fires and gun shots and rioting in the streets, authorities shooting people, mobs running in fear as I wandered on.

I didn’t feel fear, just worry for wife and serious frustration I couldn’t dial the fucking fone.

All the people were dusky-skinned except wife and me . . . don’t know what color the shooting cops were because they were wrapped in riot gear.

Like to remember my dreams because they give me a feel for my emotional state, plus they’re frequently surreal and fascinating when they’re not boringly mundane. Think I have some issues.

Lady said she wants to go downtown during The Republican convention. I told her it’d be unwise because it’s going to be white Nazis with guns and police with guns and Republicans with guns with protesters in between and people were going to be hurt, be killed, be locked up — she said, oh, I don’t believe any of that’s going to happen. Sometimes I wish I lived in her world.

So at some point, even though it’s illogical and dangerous, we’ll ride our bicycles down and hope for the best, hope we’re not arrested for watching, hope a stray bullet doesn’t say hello. She’s an innocent, thinks all people are good, while I see good and beast.

I’m in a foul mood due to dream and money and worry about cat’s health and wife’s health and my health and the business stress wife is under and the political darkness creeping our nation and how I can’t do anything about any of it except spin my grin and hope for best as worst eats inside.

So many of us and the world in a dark place, I know I’m not alone, but being an unsociable hermit twit, my misery doesn’t love company.

What Doesn’t Kill Ya

Looking for the funny
but it hides behind the money
which done went to town

Need some peace of mind
but it laughs at my kind
says get behind and push this mud
down the road

I talk but no one hears
so live disgruntled fear
stumble through the tears
as toad

As frog I seek the kiss
to lift from this to bliss
but discontinued Princess

Can’t protect my loved ones
see dark instead of sun
my tries seems never won

Rexroth unannoyed
sez heart’s mirror hangs in void
I see good and beast

So put one foot in further
seek some good discover
forgive forget the other
and carry load

– Smith, 7.16.2015

Just realized I frequently say serious things in frivolous forms.



he went that’a’way

Friday, July 15th, 2016


I’ve a batch of poems and fotos and 1 song today on Medusa’s Kitchen, thanks to editor/publisher Kathy Kieth¬†. . . please check it out if you’ve time and inclination. I love her layout, and her always perfect selection of one phrase from the poems to headline it all — ¬†

He Went That’a’way

My seventieth year
and I know less than when I started

Like a two-note bird
I keep chirping I am I am

But I am not but knot
which may be my me

Saving grace is wife and cat
art, poetry, all that

I drop poems to mark the trail
of where I’ve been

Post fragment fotos
of where I am and aim

Sing songs of right and wrong
to sound of one hand clapping

Hope for crust of bread
and rock to lay my head

Perhaps a bit of love
and roof for rain above

Knot or not or nought
I play my lot

– Smith, 7.15.2015



the cat’s crying

Thursday, July 14th, 2016


Lady K 38 years ago, already working

Status Report 226

The cat’s crying
at the top of the stairs
for her female human
who’s off working
seventy hour work weeks
under exceeding stress
and duress
yet getting paid
pretty much not at all
because she’s in charge
and has to take care of
employees first
while losing
her weekends
her evenings
her sleep
her fun
her time with us

Cat prowls looking for her
as I brood in my self-hatred
in the rising third floor heat
of an ever hotter July
juiced by global warming

I’m out of grass
the cat’s lonely
the Republican Presidential convention
where they’ll nominate a racist sexist
mafia-connected tax-cheating
xenophobic narcissistic wig-wearing
blowhard bastard mini-mind
for President starts downtown next week
and it’s hard to believe
this hate monger
actually has a chance of being elected

I’m reading of famous people past
partying with famous people past
genius licking genius
and I sit in unknownness
surrounded by my art and poems
knowing I’m as good
if not better
but I’m socially inept
can’t network or schmooze enough to make it
in their world on my terms
so fuck them
and fuck me

But mostly I worry about the cat
and how long wife can keep this up
and how unhappy she is
how fucked she is
taking over a work situation
she didn’t create
and isn’t benefiting from
except maybe hopefully
somewhere down the line

Been eight months so far
so unsure just where down the line is

Yet she is working for herself
and it’s true
what doesn’t kill you teaches you
and she is gaining skills
and insights
between the bad dreams

And we’ve found
since I’ve taken on some of the cooking
I make a mean navy bean soup
and a not bad black bean
and chili too
though a so-so slow peanut butter stew

Who knew?

– Smith, 7.14.2016


Trump kissing Cruz – billboard 11 blocks away


unknown zone

Wednesday, July 13th, 2016

swiftthe fame race goes to the swift

Known Zone

Sun and shadow
trees between

The fire of fame

My reign cannot fall
since it never rose

– Smith, 7.13.2016


outside wall of Doubting Thomas Gallery


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