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WALKING ON THIN ICE

Poetry Month Poems – Lady – #2

 

Novelty of the humid
the nag champa haven of your dreams
kettuvallams sleep in peaceful Alleppey backwaters,
green sloppy sleep to rhythmic drink of wet
to feral babble of ring-necked parakeets
to drooping eyelashes of palms

It’s just another day of business
for someone

~ Lady

 

April Poetry Month Poems – #1

 

Sunlight plays serenade
wealth of land cries mead song
like Starland Vocal Band Afternoon Delight,
honeybirds on powerflowers, acanthus leaf
on corinthian column, splay of lay like spread
of Andrés Segovia Kama Sutra my thumb toe
peeking from bloom of rust dress like Psyche
and you Cupid come of age fat arms
plush in calligraphic detail

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #31

 

Away from the melee, away
from the undertow of the appalling,
the maelstrom of the loathsome,
surf the cosmic way rather

Take the bank of your life to
the here now of corporeality, an odyssey
with you and me, the hero’s journey of art,
cameras in our hands, beginners’ eyes
delighting in novelty, so many maiden voyages,
riddles like rooms of zoomorphic fish canoes
oared by crews from shadowy odeums,
neighbors and friends

The fish is not your mother
but embrace the story – maybe she is
your mother, echoes of time, tide lapping us,
sated travelers startling awake like from
the twirling skirt of our lake’s wet tongue

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #30

 

I want to walk with the
assurance of the up down shoulders of a cat
paw by paw from tranquil recess of my soul’s
best urge intent as clear as the ticking of a tap box
an ytterbium clock a minuetto of clicking tongue
articulated in the thicket a golden needle
embroidering the tapestry of canopy
with honed letter, the dulcimer
of my love

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady March 2015 – Lady’s #29

 

I have my keep… there’s something about a goddess guarding a man that happens in this reality, your goddess wrangling snakes of dualism, emotions zapped to me like lightning I stand under moon and stars and cloud and big star and clouds again and whatnot, I demand banging fists against golden cliffs, I call hot dragon breath and float on mists, I make new myths and tell stories to entertain The Big Listener, yield dividends like taking my earring fishhook pull up islands for our house on rock, yes part of me I’m a lizard wahine with angry red eyes or a totem, a panther, a leaping leopard with curling thirsty tongue, and part of me I gave to you a year subtracted from my own and past lives for many more to yours–one of many barters of my myness for the world–here’s a cast for a greater span for the wise man with kindly growling voice, I do I do, like a huge hug of hand I hold and forage and push I do, I have my keep

~ Lady

 

Smith& Lady Poems – March 2015 – Lady’s #28

 

Vanadis landed on cat claws,
her thrusters screeching down on a column of cloud
glittering with glam, blockbuster under wildstyle
anime angels screaming heavy metal redemption
song wailing like pixels of stardust melting
like Imuhagh guerillas giving up Grads
for guitars

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #27

 

Ultimo coffee in the pan
pleasure in the gap between now and
fresh groceries, yielding use of every dreg
sounds of love scraping spoons and banging pots
cymbals kindling fire flash of revival from simple
sustenance of food’s hot stuff and soft warm hugs
under the kitchen’s yellow light, institution
of the domicile, attestation
even in crumbs

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Kathy’s # 26

 

Breaking logjam fog of dawn crackling daylight awake
on the tachometer comfortably matching illuminated
gear of the world’s signature, pumping khamak drum
to ear’s open negotiations of chinese opera tonalism,
fluid energy’s clarity for hardy legs of joggers
stimulating appetite to relish the cheddar of apple pie
degustation, intelligence animated like ecstatic visions
of the redeemer rising in blooms from flute’s keen
steam in a raga kafi,

Kathy always likes her cup of coffee.

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #25

 

Mexico

Falling asleep on the bus
nodding off to cumbia beat
din of dreamscape, rumbling
carnival heart in the paper mache
garden of the world

Waking up at the stop
in the saddlebow of siddhasana,
like breathing suddenly clearly
wobbly fawn steps down to the street
new eyes delivered to daylight

~ Lady

 

Smith & Lady Poems March 2015 – Lady’s #24

 

Unsure about the threads of his bed he set to rolling
on radial tires the medicine of the steering wheel his
own

quiet authority a mechanical shaman easing his
weave the road’s trance of flowing white lines

his
unwavering eyes the molded crease of his mouth the
movie light of the night strobing chiaroscuro pores of
his skin

staring straight ahead thinking,
thinking

~ Lady