douglas brent smith

the rain doesn't touch me i'm too intent on dreaming will you come along? douglas brent smith 9 December 1973

there is so much breathing to share live, create, feel, hold, release . . .  wanting so much to touch this small soulful love who already touched first 1973  

 i became aware of the poetry of existance      and of the artistry of      her voice      of her thin, gentle fingers and      the honesty of her eyes 1973

Note: I once wrote a play called "The Great Brain Robbery." This poem is from that period of time, in 1973, when I thought some things were much funnier than I do now. And, the basic premise of the play, that we are unconsciously surrendering our brains, still holds up. Give Me Your Brain you're certainly a silly one afraid to give a brain the whole world's grabbing for it release it while you're sane we need a brain like yours to use in service to our cause it won't help you once you're crazy filled with riddles and with flaws you're no Einstein nor a Curie just a normal filled with fury you're no Jesus why not please us give that brain away such a silly greedy one clutching to your head all your brain cells added up won't matter when you're dead give me your brain it's not so much a sibling cerebral skunk crutch let it go now in this exchange give me oh give me hey give me your brain