Spotted Off The Coast of Jersey -- collage by douglas brent smith
instant breakfast dreams
scrambled dreams
scattered schemes
ideas flashed on the mezzanine
the balcony's crowded with narrow scenes
colorful dreaming liquid sleep
poached eggs dreams
wet and fried
homage to the dreams that died
rules that flutter
into melted butter
dreams design
their own red line
fried dreams my dreams
your dreams ours
evening slips and then devours
sheets around us
lights dimmed black
shadowed visions
on our backs
your dream is my dream is our dream complete.
Behind the Secret Door
Behind the Secret Door (#2)
Notes:
I think (hope) that #2 (the one above) is an improvement over #1 (which is the exact same picture except that in #2 I added some lines, drew over a few more, and shaded one area.
bizarre as you are
bizarre as you are
you know that it's true
not everyone caring
cares about you
bizarre as you wish
could you possibly be
like hair on a fish?
or gills on a tree?
how much of it's youth?
comparing the beauty
too tight yet too loose
impossible duty
bizarre as you are
absurd as can be
so highly abnormal
when done gracefully.
-- douglas brent smith
Read The Dictionary Upside Down
Read The Dictionary Upside Down
collage by douglas brent smith
Notes:
"Who do you mean to be upside down?"
"You'll know."
"Are YOU upside down or is the dictionary to be upside down and how am I going to read it that way?"
"In a relative sense, it's all your choice."
"I thought so. You don't know."
"That's your choice, too."
"Isn't that YOUR choice?"
"Also true."
zen touch
we touch upon
the wheel's edge
admiring and yearning
for the endless turning
we speak about
the zen of when
the hollow meets
the solid road
but space unending
ends unanswered
the endless questions
of the snow
change the motion of our plans
touch me with your steady hands.
-- douglas brent smith
small not invisible
what i really hate is
waiting twelve minutes for the bus
and watching someone who's
only waited one minute squeeze
onto the bus ahead of
the rest of us
what i also hate is being the sixth person in line
when they open a new line
and the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth
people get ahead of me
small problems, yes
still aggravating i guess
like an endless trip
a relentless drip
stop! pause! stay here because:
what i really love is
knowing that i am loved
and living in that love
and with so much love
what else matters?
-- douglas brent smith













