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Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )

fotos picked for random reasons

March 11th, 2022

fotos picked for random reasons


foto faux flow . . .

March 6th, 2022

foto faux flow . . .


2022 February word harvest

March 1st, 2022

2022 February word harvest
(mostly short for you poemaphobics)

2022.2.1 – My fuel
2022.2.2 – 1953
2022.2.2 – You know the bad guys
2022.2.2 – Solar Panel Installation
2022.2.5 – Vignette & Vine
2022.2.6 – Used to try to pick up wimmins
2022.2.10 – The snow drops
2022.2.11 – Burning sacred copal
2022.2.18 – Driving through fog
2022.2.20 – Sin of past
2022.2.21 – Sky fallen white
2022.2.24 – Long before sun
2022.2.26 – Trekked this far
2022.2.27 – Guru Gurdjieff
2022.2.27 – Lady sez Thich Nhat Hanh sez
2022.2.28 – I’m a lousy lover
2022.2.28 – Done poems 59 yrs
2022.2.28 – I can’t blame you

~ ~ ~

My fuel
is fear, death, anger
led by laughter

~ ~ ~

1953 . . .
where were you?
I was me.

~ ~ ~

You know the bad guys
(the old white rich male 1%, the MAGAoids,
the Repugnants, the way-too-many Corporations)
are aware they can’t win elections by voting
because we outnumber them,
so they cheat,
that’s all they can do,
they pass laws to uncount our votes,
they tell their diminishing and diminished voters
to show up armed at the polls,
they attempt a coup . . .
they’re on their way out,
but they’re kicking and screaming and scheming and stealing
for all their worth as we flush them from the system.
It’s going to take us years to clean their stain.

And you can’t blame them.
They’ve fed free at the trough for centuries, millenia,
are too fat and fogged to survive in a fairer environment.

Cheat’s all they got.

~ ~ ~

Solar Panel Installation

There’s strange men on our roof
dropping heavy things
drilling and hammering and talking to each other
happy, laughing
pulling long black metal things up with ropes
turning off our electricity
in the old Less-now-More-later scheme
they climb past windows
creep basement
poke holes in house for their fertile wires
such crude beasts
following their programming
offering nice smiles, friendly nods
men strange, strange men
strong in game of planet safetime
for Borg-Babe geek of Wife

~ ~ ~

Vignette & Vine

Awaiting wife in parking lot
I watch old woman
winter coat black pajama bottoms
patterned with white sheep
creak out of driver’s seat
and slowwalk into store

In too long a time
she returns with young woman clerk
and they pull small table
from backseat

Clerk examines all sides
top and bottom
nods her head with happy chatter
carries it inside
woman returns to driver’s seat

She sits there 10 minutes
not starting car
occasionally moving hand in sun
head in shadow

I need her to leave
so I can play with their faces
in my own circus ring

She gets back out
but is now a frail old man in jeans
the black sheep pajamas
a calf-length coat with white horses

He walks around car
opens passenger door
adjusts something
gets back in

I’m thinking alien lifeform drop here

Maybe old woman alien brings piece of furniture
to young she clerk to mate with
their progeny becoming abstract end tables
in podpeople houses
collecting data for Sky Gauze

After furniture exchange
old woman alien sits awhile in front seat
reporting in while transforming to human male
for next mission

It’s almost obvious

~ ~ ~

Used to try to pick up wimmins
by sidlin’ up and whisperin’ in their ear
“I’ve got the Creature
and you’ve got the Black Lagoon
wanna do the sequel?”
but it didn’t work
never even got damp

~ ~ ~

The snow drops
the sun shines
the dog messes the yard

Pains come
not all go
accumulation tango

Rock, meet hill
hill, meet rock
I’ll be your server today

~ ~ ~

Burning sacred copal
smell of wisdom and experience
taste of cunnilingus

~ ~ ~

Driving through fog
real fast
fuck resolution

Got no cud
so I chew my kid
laughter all around

Trying to kill myself
by living one more day
then another

I’m alone
with me
I need better company

the cold
the fool moon

I want to be smoke
rise into nothingness
slow disappear

Short wait at long light
turning in the fog
going nowhere

~ ~ ~

Sin of past
sin of lack
weight back

Time bong chime
but slice of splice
temporary rhyme

Beginning ununderstandable
end ensues

Circus sounds
coming and going
monkeys all around

Hit the wrong notes
play em loud
gonna pay anyway

Yesterday’s triumphs
soon tomorrow’s tears

Ask the dead
they don’t care
they’ll agree to anything

I’m out of my depth
in dry heave
walking gone water

So much for me
whatta bout you?

~ ~ ~

Sky fallen white
cold ground
brand new coloring book

Moon round earth
earth round sun
sun through galaxy
galaxy galloping away
cosmos collapsing

Seek pre-dawn deer
fox, coyote
find frozen tracks

~ ~ ~

Long before sun
hits dark valley bottom
freight train rumbles

Spent much my light in the dark

~ ~ ~

Abandoned bird
and unfinished monk
scaffolding extra

~ ~ ~

Trekked this far
hope to make the rest
son of Sisyphus

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

~ ~ ~

Guru Gurdjieff
caught brown birds
and painted them yellow
to sell as canaries
to finance his expedition
to buy a book on spiritual truth

True or not
it’s true

~ ~ ~

Lady sez Thich Nhat Hanh sez
Everything’s the baby Buddha’s butt

Does that mean Reality’s essentially one big diaper?

~ ~ ~

I’m a lousy lover
but give good woo

great out of the gate
after I catch em
I don’t know what to do

~ ~ ~

Done poems 59 yrs
fotos 64
(1st yr 4-H farmboy w/ camera)
art 58
mutant musick 13
blog 16
fame & finance 0
but o
the friends
the life
the wife!

~ ~ ~

I can’t blame you
for you
we’re all looking for likes


Lady’s word harvest this morning . . . 2.22.2022

February 22nd, 2022

Lady’s word harvest this morning . . .

Some Moments Patched Together

Cleveland for me was the visceralness of crawling on hardwood floors as a baby, late night Shaker Heights apartment stairways – being carried up thumb suckingly asleep – orange lights streaming past dirty car window – the orange Bug with a hole in its floor through which you could see the swish of Saturn rings of salted gray road blurring by and imagine what rust must lie beneath the salting away car. Cleveland for me was Dee Perry, the voice of highest civilization – art and culture coverage. Or boogie in the silver car – Paul McCartney’s “I Love You” and “Staying Alive” and police lights.

When Mom and I were mid daylight returning to find two teens lurching away from stealing the battery from the silver car and Mom’s hot anger, the excitement of riding down Martin Luther King Drive and Dad’s stories of warnings from there, lifeguarding at Edgewater and getting beat up in basement of Shaker Heights High.

Parties where I met a jungle of gigantic adult legs in the pungent haze of undergraduate smoke, Mom parting curtains of their adoration of me to the spare room with a mattress on the parquet floor where I was put to bed, settled among adult things on clean sheets, wondering at Mom’s vicissitudes of high octave laughter behind the beveled panels of a glossy white Georgian door.

Even the daylight out with Mom was exciting midnight and always culture – the squirrelled winding road of MLK with its brown sea fans of tree branches creaking in the shuddering excitement of their candid regard – our shuttle passing under the ring stone of overpasses, bracelets on the legacy of early century greenway. The old homes of Liberty Row, Gordon, Rockefeller, Wade, Ambler Drive, Shaker Heights Tudor, stands of daffodils in springtime.

– Lady, 2.22.2022


polaroid air pulsing forward like liquid thrushings of an ultrasound’s fetus

February 21st, 2022

“. . . polaroid air pulsing forward like liquid thrushings of an ultrasound’s fetus. . .” — from Lady’s pre-dawn word harvest this morning

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The key things I remember about the aftermath of the mid century are the corduroy of my fingerprints sweeping the gritty velvet of dust off Lemon Pledge polished matte walnut finishes. Always more dust to give Grandma something to manage – her dominion less CBS at night – through she watched it. Grandma had the knowhow of her threadbare cotton rags and dessicated cabinet. Lysol for the floor, vinegar on the window.

The sober face of the black and white kitchen clock – abstract mustachioed visage – faithfully ticking its whiskers onward – polaroid air pulsing forward like liquid thrushings of an ultrasound’s fetus – the quantum messiness of the analog pocketed into digital packets of forward progression.

Grandpa’s tobacco hand drank coffee stained depth from a milk glass mug and read The Plain Dealer on a white formica table. His bifocal’s rectangular reflections studied the steady black and white code of newsprint and levied a kingdom of well-considered judgement. Iron steamed condemnation over liars’ crinkly wrinkles and curated truth’s earnest linen.

Liars know better than to posture what they do light of the Waterford bowl of wax fruit, the New Deal and Boy Scouts, the Greatest Generation’s post-war sepia, the plight of the Jews, and our all-seeing God. The end point of the dialectic is obvious to all like the cauterized stamp of Grandpa’s cigarette butt.

The world in all its Dizzy Gillespie gleaminess had gone to bed into the blacks, browns, yellows, oranges and beiges of settled shag. The origami of Jazz from midnight pianos unfolded into the Rorshach bewilderness of a transcendent Klein painting. The balm I’d fallen into on a whim was somber ceiling plaster rosette watching. More dust, evidence of the real, on waxy patina of a striated ribbons of Better Home and Gardens plants, their assigned placements.

– Lady, 2.21.2022


a feel for the foto flux

February 20th, 2022

a feel for the foto flux


Feb 2020 Smith/Medusa

February 18th, 2022

9 poems 10 fotos month 75

The sun shines again for us in the Kitchen, with Smith and his poetic graffiti catching our eyes and rocking’ the walls. Thanks, Steven! Always a pleasure—and a wake-up call.” – Kathy Kieth, publisher/editor Medusa’s Kitchen


u got time, i got rhythm rhyme shuffle . . .

February 7th, 2022

u got time, i got rhythm rhyme shuffle . . .

Jesus Walking on Water – Violent Femmes
If You’ve Got the Money I’ve Got the Time – Lefty Frizzell
Law (Earthlings On Fire) – David Bowie
Trailer Trash – carolesdaughter
Fantasy Island – Clinic
Never Say Never – Romeo Void
Because The Night – Patti Smith
Beezlebub – Beats Antique w/ Les Claypool
M – Music I – Inside C – Curved E-Entrances – Terry Riley
Lost Highway – Hank Williams and his Drifting Cowboys
The Collector (and the Art Mob) – Terry Allen
Eternal Consumption Engine – Primus
Bow Legged Daddy – Maria Muldaur
Deep Dish – Ani Difranco
Restin’ Bones – Primus
Backlash Blues – Nina Simone
Don’t Go Home With Your Hard-On – Leonard Cohen
Bleach Blonde Bottle Blues – Larkin Poe
Bang Bang Boom Boom – Beth Hart
Rehab – Amy Winehouse


who knows where the shuffle goes . . .

February 4th, 2022

who knows where the shuffle goes . . .

Janitor Of Lunacy – Nico
Oh Lord Don’t Let Them Drop That Atomic Bomb – Charles Mingus
Torches And Pitchforks – Cracker
I Saw A Cop – Jill Sobule
Salivation – Terry Allen
Wild Side Of Life – Hank Thompson
Moanin’ – Art Blakey
Sun and the Moon – Clinic
I Walk The Line – Johnny Cash
Dissolve / Reveal – Tom Verlaine
Top Floor, Bottom Buzzer – Morphine
Peroxide Beach – Sloppy Jane
Walking In The Rain – Grace Jones
Rumble Of The Diesel – Les Claypool
OD’d In Denver – Bill Callahan & Bonnie “Prince” Billy
Eyestalk (Gurkaran Waraich) – Love
Chinese Mike – Tuxedomoon
Wet Dream – Wet Leg
Tits On The Radio – Scissor Sisters
Jesus Was A Social Drinker – Chuck Prophet
Bedbugs & Ballyhoo (Transformed) – Echo And The Bunnymen
Piano Sonata No. 1: III. Allegro con brio – Steven Beck
You Will Never Work In Television Again – The Smile
Different Trains: After The War – Steve Reich


Word harvest 1-31 2022

February 3rd, 2022

Word harvest 1-31 2022

2022.1.1 – The siren of flashing lights
2022.1.5 – Seems I’m inclined
2022.1.5 – Think I’ll toke this town
2022.1.7 – I’ll huff
2022.1.8 – Dead Man’s Curve
2022.1.12 – Coffee in
2022.1.13 – Sunday Sermon
2022.1.14 – We speak half truth at best
2022.1.15 – Grey sky
2022.1.17 – Ground white
2022.1.18 – 56th year of weed
2022.1.19 – There’s these Texas rabbits
2022.1.25 – Did two armed robberies 1970
2022.1.25 – I’m thinking
2022.1.25 – Digging bones
2022.1.26 – Old bones
2022.1.27 – The 4 C’s
2022.1.30 – The trouble with subtlety

~ ~ ~

The siren of flashing lights
race across the bridge
in fog
playing hide and seek
with empty trees

No coyote howls
in silent harmony

~ ~ ~

Seems I’m inclined
to work the word mines
for the weird mind

~ ~ ~

Think I’ll toke this town
stone by stone
it’s 4:20 somewhere

~ ~ ~

I’ll huff
and I’ll puff
and I’ll toke this joint down

~ ~ ~

Dead Man’s Curve
tells me all I need to know
about life

~ ~ ~

Coffee in
coffee out
weariness continues

Writing words
across the sky
for the underground

Twixt nothing’s something
and now’s then
tomorrow’s sorrow

As for mirrors
I choose the edges
of the bevels

~ ~ ~

Sunday Sermon

God & the FBI – Janis Ian
Hell on Heels – Pistol Annies
Nasty Gnostic – Critters Buggin
Bad Karma – Miley Cyrus & Joan Jett
Devil’s Got Your Boyfriend – Tracy Bonham
Dig, Lazarus, Dig – Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
If Jesus Drove a Motor Home – Jim White & Aimee Mann
Walking Into Battle With The Lord – Chumbawamba
The Snake and the Moon – Dead Can Dance
Ritual Fire Dance – Manuel De Falla
Mexican Radio – Wall of Voodoo
Holy Ghost – Violent Femmes
Soul Kitchen – Patti Smith
God’s Back Pocket – Hellwood
Beezlebub – Beats Antique w/ Les Claypool
Nice ‘N’ Sleazy – The Stranglers
Karmacoma – Massive Attack
Wide Wide River (Of Shit) live – The Fugs
Sinner! – Jim White & The Packway Handle Band
Jesus Was A Social Drinker – Chuck Prophet
Sex And The Church – David Bowie
Heaven And Hell – Willie Nelson
Female Jesus – Johnny Dowd
I’m Clean – Priests
Bark Like A God – Sloppy Jane
Get Right With God – Lucinda Williams
Holy Mackerel – Les Claypool & The Holy Mackerel
Slow Steady Salvation – The Grassy Knoll
Doubter Out Of Jesus – Chuck Prophet
Devil’s Radio – George Harrison
To Zion (Radio Edit) – Digital Underground
God Was Drunk When He Made Me – Jim White
Dead Man’s Party – Oingo Boingo
Necessary Evil – Debbie Harry
Thank You Lord – Hellwood

~ ~ ~

We speak half truth at best
knot not
quirk quest

We’re born little
keep crawling
to Big Nap

~ ~ ~

Grey sky
cold wind
hard ground
one more rock
one more hill
in run round sun

~ ~ ~

Ground white
heart dark
where light?

~ ~ ~

56th year of weed
30 years 9 months no alcohol
22 years no speed, cocaine, needles

~ ~ ~

There’s these Texas rabbits
that breed like rabbits
till too many per square footage
whereupon nature steps in
and they develop a nervous condition
start doing strange stuff
dying off
until there’s not enough rabbits per acre
and they heal
and they breed
and . . . well, you know

Been looking around
see a lot of rabbit ears lately

~ ~ ~

Did two armed robberies 1970
got $64 in first
10.5 months in second

~ ~ ~

I’m thinking
all the saucepans of the world
come from Sausalito

~ ~ ~

Digging bones
in the boneyard
giving up on finding flesh

It takes songbird
and the songbird’s shit
for song to sing

~ ~ ~

Old bones
lowered in hot tub
pure pleasure

Descabbing wounds
while soaking battered body
in salt bath

~ ~ ~

The 4 C’s . . .
cardiac, cars, cancer, Covid
life uneverlasting

~ ~ ~

The trouble with subtlety
is they don’t hear
the fuck you


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