douglas brent smith

is it any wonder our      thoughts stack      over-lapping on      top of one another      some vast library caught in      an earthquake of                                 dreaming      out of order when      was the last time you      were truly alone?                 25 July 1988       

dorinda likes to doodle daringly on napkins unseen unnoticed by the scramblers eating eggs or sipping bitter coffee sometimes she pops out a song or sketches a summer scene from somewhere no one's been now here i am in Chicago frozen to the bone doodling on a napkin and wishing i was home but, lacking that i send a pre-doodled napkin to someone who appreciates napkins and things. douglas brent smith