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May Medusa

Monday, May 25th, 2020

Got a great gig going.

Here’s my 56th monthly feature on Medusa’s Kitchen past 54 months.

Many thanks to publisher/editor Kathy Kieth… she has a magic touch in matching fotos to poems and poems to flow.

She puts up a new feature every day of the year, for years and years, maybe even decades.

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/05/life-aint-easy.html

My last book of poetry – Where Never Was Already Is, 2018 , Crisis Chronicles Press – consists of all 244 poems and 29 of the illustrations that appeared on Medusa my first 27 months.

http://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/04/098Smith.html

 

lady scramble

Saturday, May 23rd, 2020

recent Facebook post by Lady:

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Jayce Renner has this great tool for poetry – https://cutuphaha.stackblitz.io/

First two stanza’s mine, third stanza the rearrangement from the tool.

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A little bit of unmooring is a good thing
Letting the rope slacken to enjoy the fern bouncing to the silver spring breeze which beckons like a reminder
of expanses of time like ice cores
filled with childhood oxygen

New green, grackles effing freshly on
the clean palate of a spring bough

is
rope to
of reminder Letting clean enjoy ice breeze oxygen
good the a of the bough
which like expanses a beckons
fern filled green, unmooring a spring
the spring palate of grackles
the cores little time
of on slacken childhood silver effing a like
bit bouncing new to with thing
freshly

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statused Lady

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2020

2 recent Lady statuses on Facebook…
her new poem 4.12.2020, and eye status yesterday.

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I cup you the habit of our automatic mornings
your sidling up to me from the murk of 4 a.m.
your plump warm lips

There’s the essence reconstructed when I’m grounded
from the meta meta meta-ing: I feel you as an animal friend,
a mammal, the surprise of a smile

I’d purchase an inch of your plucky chest flesh
touch my lips to your silk clay skin sprouting
productive bristles of salt and pepper beard

In particular you are a lean-to of a man
a codger, an otter shaking its beard
in the water a duck a bear scratching its back
or sometimes you quicken like a snake
and howl at the dogs
who bite you on the head

Words fall from you like rubble, like skin cells,
your casual casting aside, your
quizzical scratches, natural gravity,
my feel good lazy boy companion

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The doctor who gave me the eye injection yesterday is an understudy of my doc. He’s a bit unsure of himself and also did not give me numbing swabs (which help a lot) initially. He gave me two numbing drops and right away proceeded to inject me with another numbing shot before the big needle. I wasn’t expecting the numbing needle as usually they do the swabs first! So I jumped and the needle pulled out!

He said he’s sorry, that he couldn’t do anything, and that I needed to be still. I was absolutely sure I could not have that needle applied without jumping again, and I felt like throwing up. I said, “What about the swabs?” He got the swabs (about 4% lidocaine) and applied them and we waited 10 minutes.

Then he marked my eye with a pen for the big needle, and it hurt! I was panicked again at this point and asked for more swabs, so he applied more swabs. Then he was able to give me the numbing shot, no problem, and then another 10 minutes later the big needle, which this time was no problem (it had been before).

The numbing shot provides a bubble of juice through which they inject the bigger needle for the steroid. Crazy! The first time I had the big needle, I could feel it at the end point pricking *inside the eye.* The docs know when to pull the needle back out because there’s a release when the capsule goes through, a click.

He told me to tap my feet as I was given the big needle, that it would provide another focus for my brain and I would not notice the needle as much. I’m actually the one who told him about this trick last year.

The difference between this needle and the one I’d been getting initially is that they are actually inserting a dissolvable steroid capsule, where before they were injecting fluid. I much prefer the fluid, because of the needle size, and because I can see the capsule bobbing around in my eye for a month after they put it in (it’s yellow!). But the drug makers make more money with the capsule, so they have made the liquid steroid scarce.

Ever since my main doctor stopped giving me the shots and has had understudies do it, it’s been pretty traumatic and I get upset the rest of the day. I want the understudies to gain experience though, and I’m also actually too shy to ask my doc to do the needle rather than them.

 

strange fotos, odd poems

Sunday, April 19th, 2020

my April 2020 feature on Medusa’s Kitchen…

10 fotos, 9 poems about warm worms, moos per gallon, Sisyphus, living alone, residuals, faux presidents with small hands, cultural skidmarks, Armageddon, and me falling on my butt… plus 10 strange fotos and a Lady collage of ladies…

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/04/deep-in-oh-oh.html

Thanks to editor/publisher Kathy Kieth for this 53 month (so far) gig.

 

my monthly 10 foto 9 poem Medusa’s Kitchen feature

Tuesday, March 24th, 2020

my monthly gig, 4 months into my 5th year.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-lies-of-monkeys.html

 

month 51, feature 53

Sunday, February 23rd, 2020

my Februweary feature on Medusa’s Kitchen…
10 fotos, 9 haiku-ish poems.

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2020/02/nine-quickies.html

Thanks to editor/publisher Kathy Kieth for this 51 month (so far) gig.

 

6 recent poems

Wednesday, January 8th, 2020

A few recent poems (of many possibilities).

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Rant and Roll

Gimme that TV I.V.
for vain in vein insane
gimme booze, sex, gambling
highline fashion
low blows
gimme local lobotomy
drill my lobal monstrosities
gimme gone
gimme go
gimme fast cars in red glow
neon no ones run low
jazz jumped slow
gimme want and went and wan
night in sight of sun
anything to numb
this shit world dumb
to doom due profits sons
in never pure
ever slippin’ strip stream whirl
gimme never when
back then
Zen
but get me gone
I don’t belong
nor do
you

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A plethora
(hot bath, black coffee, a toke)
of pleasure

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Lady Wife Lady Friend Lady Companion

Toothpicks in her glasses
twist ties on her boots

she’d walk a country mile
for a country egg
in a New York minute

sez
smile local
go global

bless her suite of heart

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May You Live in Interesting Times

There’s the known darkness
and the darkeness not yet known

The darkness within the dark
the darkness without

The dark that sparks revere
and dark that undermines the lark

Darkness at the edge of town
darkness all around

But is and isn’t run unclear
in the farce and fear of darkness here

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Territory

Monkey man
take stick draw line in sand

…there…you…here…me…

as if we get to choose
our abuse

(though we do)

live poet on the line
dead poet in the ground

memory walking

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The Sisyphus Effect

I tried to tell her
don’t get up
stay in bed
it’s a scam
another reality trick
they get you every time
first you wake up
then you sit up
step out of bed
and whammo
they got you
again
they make you do stuff
be things
go places
eat
defecate
take
fake
I told her
tried to warn her
but no
she’s up
doing yoga
making coffee
petting the cat
listening to Willie Nelson
caught again in the web of want
old debt new due
one more early worm demanding bird

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add title

Friday, January 3rd, 2020

Rip Tide

Life’s a beach, and sand you die
sow reap rip sew sow reap rip sew so

Our car clock’s running slow
pretty soon we’ll be there before we leave
and won’t even have to go

I’ve realized global warming
is caused by too many hot babes,
and not enough cool cats
to lower their temperature.

It’s all telepathetic

– Smith 1.3.2020

 

random fotos w/o logic

Wednesday, January 1st, 2020

random fotos w/o logic













 

Elephant Things

Thursday, December 26th, 2019

Paper cutouts, opening credits
the indie film of my childhood,
Babar on paper waves, hands in pocket,
Babar visits where the wild things are

Gray-brown sweet potato skin,
walking trees, ears buoyant
as butterfly wings alien headcases
accentuate elephant cognition;
catch the taxonomist’s imagination

Under the preponderance of labrador
bonehead browline – alarmed lady eyes
in tree knots and whirls

Old women of the sepia planet
the knees and belly of the mother goddess
unexpected grossness of that mouth lip
labia jutting over the
blue water of murmuring shadow

When tusked, beast
the dark forest of the cerebellum
loping orchestration walking mud,
painterly pointing trunk, brain
for their own traditions,
not for us! Brain
for their own things

~ Lady

 

 
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