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Archive for August, 2016

7 random fotos, no words

Saturday, August 20th, 2016











9 fotos worth way more than 9,000 words

Friday, August 19th, 2016












2 pages of comix by Blue7 aka John Mann

Thursday, August 18th, 2016

blue7comic1Blue7 comic page 1, 2010

Two comics from Blue7 aka John Mann, a storyboard artist who’s worked on 28 Hollywood films including Iron Man 2, Ben Hur, American Sniper, Cowboys & Aliens, Superman Returns, Men In Black 2, Godzilla, Star Trek First Contact, et al. He was going to illustrate my memoir (Stations of the Lost & Found, a True Tale of Armed Robbery, Stolen Cars, Outsider Art, Mutant Poetry, Underground Publishing, Robbing the Cradle, and Leaving the Country by Smith & Lady) back in 2010 but got sidetracked and dropped the project. We met him and his wife in Krakow, Poland, saw them again in Morocco, and a third time at the 2009 Rainbow Gathering in New Mexico.

He was going to get six more cartoonists to illustrate seven segments of the memoir and put it out as a comic book, but put it off when he started working on The Twilight Saga – Breaking Down parts 1&2, and then he and his wife moved back to Krakow, then to Spain, so the project’s dead. But I do have these two fine pages.

John Mann’s IMDB resume –


Going into the forest she said
We need to find a way to find our way
back where we’ve been

Easy he replied
we’ll drop bread crumbs to follow

That won’t work she sighed
the birds will eat our trail

Then we’ll use poisoned crumbs
and follow the dead birds back

– Smith, 8.18.2016

blue7comic2Blue7 comic page 2 , 2010


just a lad that’s lazy

Wednesday, August 17th, 2016

light pitlightpit

Status Report 232

There’s night
there’s light
there’s might and maybe
and lately there’s in-between

I’m not good
I’m not too bad
I’m just a lad that’s lazy

– Smith, 8.17.2016



do you think Sisyphus sings?

Tuesday, August 16th, 2016


Put Your Right Foot Front

Moment words in pocket notebook
show me then
but don’t dance now.

Do you think Sisyphus sings
as he pushes that weight
up endless unforgiving hill?

Is he Zen enough not to curse
when rock slips grip
and courses back to ground?

How to praise zero sum game
leaking loss
as its some seeks minus?

Simple. Savor the moment
just before failure
when rock rolls right.

Cherish kiss of breeze
before unease/disease
brings us to our knees.

And hug or hand from one we love
is butter jam and jelly
to this dry life sandwich.

Life won’t empty of entropy
so we continue to feed, excrete, recede…
it comes down to proportion.

Sleep, wake, work, rest, laugh, cry
then do it again, again, again.

Eventually there’s gain.

– Smith, 8.16.2016



live love eat sleep

Monday, August 15th, 2016


Status Report 231

People got to live
people got to love
people got to eat
people got to sleep

They don’t have to kill
they don’t have to steal
some say they have to rule
but that’s just ego song

It ain’t only you
it ain’t always me
it’s us and earth and sky
it’s quality of be

– Smith, 8.15.2016



Lady Poem 8/14/2016

Sunday, August 14th, 2016

Wistful rain
like I am being taken care of
home safe carapace from which I play
the carilon of keystrokes on computer
I sit in comfort of couch in presence of husband of love
the cat shifts her hind toes carefree in plush sleep
knowledge of oatmeal to come berries to pick
bees to visit
wish I could make things good
for all

~ Lady


dollar 58

Saturday, August 13th, 2016


Status Report 230

Fortune cookie sez
Live Happy Life in Unhappy World

Religion sez
Pay Now for Maybe Later

Corporations say
Fuck You, It’s All Ours

Think I’ll emulate Mr. Rogers instead
and brighten my own corner

Work my inner lack
give others slack

Follow What Me Worry prophets
J. R. “Bob” Dobbs and Alfred E. Neuman

Add a dash of
Clarabell the Clown and George Carlin

Then smoke a LOT of grass
(if I ever get any money for it)

Forget this Presidential pond scum race
join The Church of the Perpetual 420

– Smith, 8.13.2016



I endure

Friday, August 12th, 2016


Status Report 229

How’m I doin’?
I endure.

Seventy years
one foot in foot of foot
through bad and good
and bad indifferent
I endure.

Taking blows for others
I endure
beating up myself
I endure.

However long however far
however fair
or not
I endure.

Endure loss of magic
endure seeking more
endure corporate whores
and politics tragic.

Watch lilies flower
and sparrows feed
worry at my need
as I endure.

Get to heaven
and god sez How wuz it?
I endured.

– Smith, 8.12.2016



the Sisyphus bus

Thursday, August 11th, 2016

contractmy life contract

Sisyphus Bus

Unsunned sky a dark slate of potential
until new light wipes the board
with daily do be done

Night train whistle moans of maybe
dreams down the road
where fare is fair

In magic dark before dawn
foe may be friend, fright fun,
flight merely daily run

Hoist my mind to better place
exchange minus for plus
board the Sisyphus bus

– Smith, 8.11.2016

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