My goodness, 9 days between poems – haven’t been this sparse in years. Lady’s eye cancer surgery, my neck bolt surgery, and the Kleptocrat and his feeding minions in the White House have gotten to me.

Road Work

Outside the fire
it’s tooth and claw
feather beak talon all
glint of eye
gulp of gullet
no reason why
just bite the bullet
enjoy the good
out last the bad
it’s all about survivalhood lad
and lassie
avoiding ire
and being had
so protect your chassis
in this slant land

– Smith, 4.24.2017

And now for something completely different.

“I’m like a one-eyed cat peepin’ in a seafood store
Well I can look at you tell you ain’t no child no more”
– from Shake, Rattle and Roll

Took me 40 years to realize how sexual this is.

According to Wikipedia, ‘written in 1954 by Jesse Stone under his assumed songwriting name, Charles E. Calhoun. Stone stated that the line about “a one-eyed cat peepin’ in a seafood store” was suggested to him by Atlantic session drummer Sam “Baby” Lovett, which is also a sly sexual reference, the “one-eyed cat” being the male organ and the more traditional “seafood” reference being the female organ’

Status Report 254

I drinks the caffeine
to gets me going
then I smokes the weed
to mellow me down
then I drinks more caffeine
to get more going
and toke on weed and ease on down

caffeine
weed
caffeine
weed

It’s been a most productive day

– Smith, 4.13.2017

I have a poem up today at Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland, a site for all things anti-Trump. Editor/publisher John Grochalski will be posting a new item every day as long as Trump is desecrating the Oval Office – poem is Hail to the Heil.

http://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2017/04/day-eighty-four.html

Day Drive, Lost Nation Road

I.

Cold concrete expanse
rigid with yellow lines
empty of cars
bows before big box store
filled with beads
awaiting buyers

portrait of the trail lost

II.

Awaiting wife
in steroidal coffee shop
$4 for 50 cents of home brew
watching young women
in tight jeans
and short dresses
above boots and spike heels
laughing inner lizard
between the over weight olders
and a single soldier
in camouflage

III.

Slow low wind dance
of white turbine blades
thrice slice the bluegrey sky

quiet temple of hope

– Smith, 4.6.2017