another unbroken line

the unbroken line steers

thru you unaffected unphased

sense of purpose

                           denied

on purpose

                  over and over

again: you dream of something

meaningful, light not (yet) focused

covering you which is to say

       uncovering you

layer after layer

          the sounds like velcro

          unclothing disrobing

          revealing


hey is that you? is that the you

you wanted to reveal?

                                     or,

does that you, catch you, as

     much by surprise as

the rest of us?





douglas brent smith

the point on the edge that turns

  when it isn't enough to be weird when it isn't enough to be funny reality gathering speed pleads for shelter and just enough money...