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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
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Archive for January, 2017
Thursday, January 12th, 2017

Going in for surgery this morning – a posterior cervical fusion. buzzed my scalp and took down most the beard to meake it easier on them.
They open the back of my neck, remove the back of two neckbones, cut off a burr bruising my spinal cord, screw two chrome & carbon rods to my neck, smear it with bone dust from my hip, sew me back up, and put my neck in a hard collar so I don’t go biting myself.
They may also being removing something from the front of my neck. Been told two different scenarios, so don’t know.
Have to do this because my arthritic neckbones are grinding against each other, bruising my spinal cord, causing my balance to be off, and leaving my fingertips about 10% numb.
Low risk operation, with recovery difficulty somewhere between the nothing of the hip replacement and the brutality of the shoulder replacement.
I already set off metal detecters.

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Wednesday, January 11th, 2017

well of imagining
Philosophy 128
I figure a bunch of little nothings
add up to something.
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Philosophy 129
People plop down
then build up
do things
poop a lot
eat the forest for the trees.
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Philosophy 130
OK?
Whaddya mean OK?
It’s K L M N O, not O K.
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Philosophy 131
New life
doesn’t replace old life
but does keep the game going.
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Philosophy 132
Don’t hurt the hive,
care for the commons.
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Philosophy 133
There are two times to write poems –
when the sun goes down,
and before it’s up.
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Philosophy 134
Here’s to the ornamental grasses
the textures of the trees
the way of the wind
the weave of the rain
the day or the night mixed with each.
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Philosophy 135
Life is a marathon
whose finish line keeps moving
down the road a piece
so you can’t win.
It’s like cutting onions for tear soup,
the recipe never ends.
– Smith, 1.11.2017

life dance
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Tuesday, January 10th, 2017

painting of Smith by Ken Motz
Self Portrait 2
Better clown than clone
better up than down
Worse with people than alone
prefer smile over frown
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Self Portrait 3
Of the hour of the wolf
(3 to 5 am)
plus the hour of the ghosts
(midnight)
and the hour of the owl
(dawn and dusk)
I’m in dawn of owl
– Smith, 1.10.2017

painting of Smith by Ken Motz
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Monday, January 9th, 2017

detail of piece by Mother Dwarf Smith 1926-2005
Flow Chart
Sepia past
oozes wet and warm
through hand-colored present
Blacks turn grey
darks leak light
lets loss in again
Pain of birth
fades in time
with child’s growth
Remembered thens
infect now
in season’s intersect
Old wrong turns
map expectations
tint situational current
And so we let it all go
wait in slow grow
to know
– Smith, 1.9.2017

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Sunday, January 8th, 2017

Divine & Conquer
And now back to our program
of stuff that doesn’t matter
and wouldn’t if it did
but keeps you removed
from could and would and should
which never will
because no thought
of ought
so here’s some candy
and peeks of flesh
and shiny buttons
and shrieks at less
we’re all abnormal
but they’re far worse
so fear your neighbor
not the rich man’s curse
And now a word from our other:
eat the rich
they taste just like chicken
(because they are)
– Smith, 1.8.2017

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Saturday, January 7th, 2017

Backyard Buddhas
Bunch of yogis on the floor
chanting chance to evermore
their legs locked in pretzels
ringing singing bowls for symbols
There’s money to be made
in seeking the serene
they’ll sunnify your shade
if you’ve got the green
Poor me I walk alone
try to fill my soul
kindness is the goal
with more goodness grown
But still I snarl and growl
snap and bite and maim
like wild wolf I howl
trying to escape your same
You claim want must be lost
desire quenched with blame
that difference is same
once choice is tossed from cost
So for better me
I must lose myself
let ego end its be
put my id on shelf
Once I lose these edges
I will flow with one
seems giving up my sum
must be my first of pledges
But both my dark and light
creates the spark of might
seasons sense of same
complicating aim
– Smith, 1.7.2017

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Friday, January 6th, 2017

Philosophy 122
Bread is life
and life is bred.
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Philosophy 123
Need a poem for yesterday
to get me through today
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Philosophy 124
Dick discharge
versus hearts large.
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Philosophy 125
Life’s a waiting room
you sit and wait for others
for things
for yourself.
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Philosophy 126
Learn to see dead frog and rust
and thus re-see yourself.
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Philosophy 127
The beast must feast
until angel finagles a better angle.
– Smith, 1.6.2017


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Thursday, January 5th, 2017

Sisyphus Symphony
Go to bed weary
wake into wary
Rise to new dark
pre come of day
Two nore teeth bad
so pay people to hurt me
Same money-rock roll
up no-money hill
Wandering wear
in rounding rim of time
But worth it for wife
and this cup of coffee
– Smith, 1.5.2017

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Wednesday, January 4th, 2017

Conversation with Wife 32
“Why did the French man leave the beaten path?”
No idea.
“Toulouse Lautrec.”
4:20am
You gettin’ up?
“Yeah…”
Good, I’m taking your spot of heat in bed.
“You a thermofile?”
No, I’m more of a thermofolder.
“Ugh.”
My first pun of the day…
You’re putting sugar in your coffee
“Why not, it’s New Year’s day.”
But I offered sugar this morning
and you said no.
“I have my whims.”
Your what?
“My whims, my whims, my whims.”
Is that why you’re called women?
Are your nail-polished toes going to show?
“No.”
So they’re no show toes
“Yes.”
I used to hunt noshotos in Japan
on the island
around the base of that big mountain
Kilimanjaro.
Rubbing the bristles on my cheek,
I tell Lady, you know, I’m part werewolf…
though not werewolf exactly-
more their distant cousins, the waswolves.
– Smith, 1.4.2017

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