Ritual Rebirth

First stroke – cannabis toke
second service – sip of caffeine
third – toke
fourth – sip
again

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

Gear engaged
cog converging
fog of wisp away

Now we wait for sun to rise
as today’s game begins again
in seep of yesterday’s weep

– Smith, 11.18.2017

Bone Hole

You have a house,

its floor may be dirt, wood,
tile, concrete, glass, or higher class,

and if there are walls
they may be solid
may be holey

your might-be roof
or might-not-be roof
may work
may drip
or leak light

and there’s too much to do
too many knot-wads

so you start on locks,
and windows, and rugs,
and furniture, and mortgages,
and driveways

yet you don’t know the neighbors,
can’t nip your own nubs
as you run to not fall
hopimg future’s failure annulls

you can make it better
you can make it worse
the glory’s yours, so’s the curse

– Smith, 11.13.2017

Sisyphus at the Psychiatrist

So many rocks to rock and roll
there’s the rent rock
the car rock
the food rock
the cut and fix the flesh rock
the skin color rock
the bully rock
the cock rock
talk rot
mock rock
race rock
and of course the ought not rock
so I wake at night,
cry for missing mommy Entropy
and dead daddy Doubt,
mess my bed with wet of sweat
from cultural courted stress
more or less moralless,
and rage at rock
as I false
rekindle hope of besting slope.

– Smith, 11.9.2017

Status Report 260

Goals?
I got goals:

Wake, get through day,
make it to tomorrow

Without too much sorrow
to myself, earth, or others.

Once walked for fame,
worshipped fortune,

Now simply thankful I’m not lame
or hardened.

Though am sad and weary,
cynica,l leery,

Yearn to leap sleep to sleep
without the weep of wake.

But there’s a silver lightning,
I keep wife’s stress from tightening,

And hold her when she wobbles,
am her favorite bauble.

– Smith, 11.4.2017