smitisan

1. If a man speaks in a forest, and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?

1a. Of course not. As proof, witness the following:
A. Only crazy people are right all the ti…

Now this all happened way back when, in the days when bootleggers and bank robbers were all the role models a growing boy needed.

Spring, and quick wild sap
scampers through leafing branches
like yellow-haired monkeys.

Summer, the hot rut
baking brains, boiling juices,
a clash of antlers.

Fall, a rake’s tooth tu…

Uh-huh, ewoks, all right. Wearing purple naugahyde jumpsuits.
Nike shoes.

No sir, the only one for her was the Man hisself, the King, Mr. Elvis double-Aron Presley.

C.B. allowed as to how there wasn’t no finer sleeping to be had nowhere, what with the owls all hooty and the wind all piney

Once was a tree
Growing high upon a hill
And its branches spread wide
And its roots went deep
Down into that hill.
In the tree was a bird,
Just a little gray bird,
But the song that litt…

That was cool, though, because we were giants in those days and took great delight in plugging up volcanoes with rocks, big rocks.

Shoot, you could about read the whole thing by the time you got here.

I can’t think of any juicy bits that, taken out of context, wouldn’t offend just about everybody. Let that be a warning to ya.

The Hawk Builds Her Nest

The hawk building her nest over the Zen garden,
does she hear the slow slap of gravel on the wall?
Does she watch for fish darting under the waves?
Does she dive …

A pond, an ocean,
strangely still, strangely serene,
no water, dry waves.

The yellow koi leaps,
slipping splash off the lotus.
Damn! Missed it again.

A simple sozu,*
a drip of wood, …

Now this all happened way back when, before Scarlett got her comeuppance.