Two Guitars - from the journal Never Doubt, 1978
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Showing posts with label 1978. Show all posts
locker room
are you looking for secrets?
shortcuts and delight?
perhaps someone's questions
whose answers are right?
is the sport in the victory
but not in defeat?
or does struggle with strength
in itself seem complete?
when the game hits conclusion
and one side has won
does your playing with passion
surrender to fun?
let's gather again
when the tournament ends.
-- douglas brent smith
mist or sleep
sleepless resting
scattered flecks, invisible
wisdom floating
sending encoded messages
in slumberland tones
nearly imperceptable
the white noise of
unknown visitors
walking as ghosts
spirits in disguise
inside pulsing
faces in the mist
in the midst
of
eval
or
a
ion...
-- douglas brent smith
acceptance of collage land
she watched me
repeatedly
cutting random pictures from
stacks of magazines, old books,
catalogues, yearbooks, newspapers, and
never questioned
why
and
gave secret smiles and
all
was
right
whatever else we've done
you did make it more fun.
-- douglas brent smith
The Green Kiss of Departure - collage by douglas brent smith
Pillows to Soften the Blow
Pillows to Soften the Blow - collage by douglas brent smith, from the journal The Yellow Ages, 1978
Notes:
Have you ever been knocked unconscious? I was once during a pillow fight. How is that even possible? Trust me, it is. Or, at least I blacked-out momentarily. I was here, and then I wasn't, and I can almost still see that goose down pillow headed for my face. It wasn't horrible. It was different. I would not recommend it and I would not do it again. All I could think at the time was "thank goodness that I didn't break my glasses."
could be
maybe the cosmic
scheme of things
looks like a
jigsaw puzzle to
you because you
have a box
full of missing
pieces but they
could easily have
been found falling
from another puzzle
and together (if you
can picture this)
could be.
-- douglas brent smith
perfect
she sits writing
notations thoughts reflections
in her journal and
i am filled with stillness she
is really here and
happy
quietly unassuming
as traffic on parkway pours
by with a steady flow
and she goes on
radiant, content, perfect.
-- douglas brent smith
krunkable
small wrinkles you get
from sleeping on one side
when you are young
they fade away
and later on
they are here to stay.
-- douglas brent smith
crime
stealing's a way of life
in the city
if you've got it hold on
someone else wants it
and will take it
looking or not you'll lose it
classic redistribution of
property (not Marx but marks)
here and gone drug money means
no limits no fear no more here
here
and hey
robin hood you ain't, and
neither am i rockefeller
fella.
-- douglas brent smith, May 1978
naive
seriously she said do you know
that some people are so poor they
have to watch black and white TV?
as if evidence enough of suffering
and i replied (later to the clown
who stretched my hoops to balance
the laughs) hell
there are people who would
eat a black and white TV
if they had one.
-- douglas brent smith, 1978
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