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Smith & Lady – March 2015 – #1

Sunday, March 1st, 2015

 

Things I Want to Understand

The world of subtle specifics
of men in play, affect and fashion
like soporific maneuvers of Pétanque
to the pig, foreskins, those who wore ulsters
in Victorian England, and the cigarette of
Bill Evans sticking out his mouth
like a writer at his piano
sucking on a pen

~ Lady

 

 

 

BLACK HISTORY MONTH POEMS – 14

Saturday, February 14th, 2015

 

Hard to say the when and where of
such and such’s from, could’ve been carried
from Mesopotamia to North Africa
or vice versa

Manufacturing’s a melange,
numerous raw attributions dug out of the dirt
by happenstance or planning, gleaned
or traded learning

To know the when and where of it’s
like ascribing butterflies to words fused into
interstitial glass and ground in the crucible or
baked to efflorescent faience

The sum greater-than-its-parts
like the sun shining through a stained glass
mosaic, oculi omnium panoptic glaze melded
to transcendence–the curio that is loved
and examined

~ Lady

 

 

Lady Poem January 22, 2015

Thursday, January 22nd, 2015

A bird’s deliberate nest
held in pearled knots of leaf,
cloth budges with calico shrubs
and shapes, packing the tapestry full
with hearty aggregations

Sudden surprise having heaved
a gasp, cloud floats the aftermath,
spilling story through the land,
wetting wefts of water lapping
rooted Jeremiah trees

Hale honey legged bees trickle filling
recesses of density, being buzzing over itself
like Escher rabbits leaping
dazzled doves

~ Lady

 

Lady poem January 13, 2015

Tuesday, January 13th, 2015

Little girls in spring
Making plans for the universe
Bright as onion grass
Fat fingers proffer bouquets
Softness caps the season

~ Lady

 

CRAYONS

Tuesday, November 4th, 2014

CRAYONS

Mark of childhood pixel-width
cudgels of impressions, ideas
about the features of
people, animals,
landscapes,
homes and hearts
on paper,
walls

Remembering use of
crayons, feel in fingers tired
after so much filling in frustrations
breakage

Wanting to convey
but with such seemingly
crude instruments like
aspiring to paint a Dali
with a stick

How at some point
crayons fell away, waxy larval husks
of young childhood

And how then
remembered fondly
animist impressions
unfettered mind

~ Lady

 

BRINGING IT

Thursday, September 25th, 2014

BRINGING IT

There’re ways
To push through
And bring it

Through this body
Through this veil

Arms stretched
Hands cupped, full of useful things
Like apples and nails

I walk about, I press it
Breathing steady, sweet, I flute it
Feeling the hinted, I get it

Learn words to the song
Talk such it feels good
Cumberless and fluid

Fall to roles and rollicking
Dance better
Charm You

~ Lady

 

DREAMING

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2014

DREAMING

She’s under starlight on a park bench
Lincoln park in Cleveland

Head down in her chest, she dreams
a magic hour, dreams

She wakes a magic hour world

Queen Maab on a park bench

Dream blinking from her eyelashes
meets dream under starlight

Fairies’ve laid a jam and butter sandwich
on a blanket by her side

Milk and honey
sweet cold water
fruit and nuts

A bite like a kiss into white bread
delicious provisions and memories
of her childhood

Holy feral night in her little church
in the park under the stars

Moon her sun

She picks her lyre
up out of her bag lady disguise bags

She plucks and wakes up sparrows
who adjust in roosts with nips
and muffled chirps for hours
waiting for daybreak

When lucid light of suntime comes
she visits Civilization
for coffee

~ Lady

 

YOU GUYS’S PLANETS

Friday, July 4th, 2014

YOU GUYS’S PLANETS

Resting in the cradle of the vernacular
that babble, however it was I learned it

Innocently I let myself into it as that’s
what we did

Remembering that
I can’t get angry with anyone

Peace;
anything you want can be yours in time

Radio sings to me

Anything you want

Peace

I come in peace;
live long and prosper

All you guys’s planets
That’s what I say
“You guys’s” for gals and guys
a democratization of address

Everything I love,
ideas and known objects
orbs in my meditation space
it’s all interesting

Conjugations of their circulations
I peace, you peace, we peace, one peaces

And whatever this’s called:
happy, happier, happiest, happily, etc.,
although I’d like to just rest in happy
not think about what else
I can stuff into it
just let the ers and est’s
happen naturally via dividend
of good practices
and grace

I’d like to observe
as though everything a mobile and
me with soft baby’s skin
gentle babble
light touch

~ Lady

 

PURR STRUMMING UP THE GOOD STUFF

Tuesday, March 25th, 2014

PURR STRUMMING UP THE GOOD STUFF

I’m gonna drum it up and hum it up and
strum it up…

I’m gonna shape the shapes,
the ones I’d like to walk through
cool back o’ cat, tail swaying way
walking answer through the doorway
of a question

I’m gonna be it
and believe it
both before
and when
I see it

I’ll pray on my knees
or meow like the wind
calls the absolute

Tight
I’ll yoke on
the cat’s cradle steering wheel
hands that cycle seasons,
the commitments

And kindle good energy
through my chakras,
loose spine tinkle
my steering wheels
too

And when I need it
the self-reliant conjuring bulk
of my generative purr

I’m going to open my spread,
cat stretching back scratching carpet
salting all from the axis
of the midnight sun
to the lap
of Capricorn

Fertility of diversity
from obtuse to acute

Avenues, lines, cradle,
so many pickup sticks,
longitudes and latitudes

Whiskers

Kat scratched spectrums of
meditative reflections

~ Lady Purr

 

BITCHES BREW TRIBUTE NIGHT

Saturday, October 26th, 2013

BITCHES BREW TRIBUTE NIGHT

A house in a tornado of sound
A spaceship heft with music

Imagine you were hammering
on that house for the first time, hammering
in the basement, on the roof, Thor finding roof
with your hammer, all anti-gravity, finding where
the shingles go, floating loose with your steering wheel ear

Could you imagine if you were
the architect and the carpenter and got
to hold that fucking hammer?

What if you were holding
that fucking hammer on your spaceship,
Miles above Earth, banging out the orbit,
inventing the most important work
in the Universe

~ Lady

 

 
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