Kathy Kieth, the editor/publisher of Medusa’s Kitchen, published my Stations of the Lost (for Lenny Bruce) poem online Sunday. This is pretty amazing since it has something in it to offend almost everyone. I wrote it as a stand-up comic routine for Lenny Bruce, and I thing he would have liked it.
As Mae West said, “Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.”
This is my 15th appearance in Medusa’s Kitchen since October of last year when poet D.R. Wagner included my found Ferlinghetti poem at the end of his weekly feature. I am honored to have become a monthly member of their crew. My next feature will be Dec 23 with my anti-Christmas poem/song Ex Christmas.
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2016/12/our-lonely-orbitsong.html
Right Sock Wrong?
We are born in cave of shadow
washed in birthing pan
walk with shadow in search of sun
till washed again at end
How well are our ways wound?
If I put left sock on left foot first
instead of right sock on right foot
does it make a difference?
Or yesterday’s right on today’s left?
Does the moving shadow
of my belt buckle on the floor
portent play of day?
Do things change if I put my pants
on left or right leg first?
What about both legs at once?
I know kindness to others,
listening, caring, compassion, patience
sways day’s way.
But what of stretch or no stretch?
yawn or no yawn?
left or right side of bed arise?
Is there a right right
and a wrong right?
Of the mother thread of life
Clotho spins and sings of is
Lachesis measures in song of was
and Atropos cuts, sings will be
Do they care what sock I wear?
or right left of wrong?
– Smith, 12.14.2016
Lady and I woke at 3:20 this morning and lay there talking.
Told her in my dream I was a young 40’s Harrison Ford and was lying on top of a bed with my ex-girlfriend Melania (our next First Lady) who was her current age age. We were both fully clothed and it was not romantic. I was worried I wasn’t going to get the movie role I was trying out for, and she was helping me prepare. I asked her why she kept breaking up with me and she said because I was so insecure.
Then Lady told me her dream.
She was back in elementary school, drinking beer (Guinness Stout), but was an adult. In fact all her classmates were adults too. She was taking stuff from her purse and putting it in the supply cupboard – 20 packs of Post-It notes, cookies, some other stuff, and slices of roast beef.
“That must have been some purse.”
“It was.”
