Drawing: Top Hat Journey, by douglas brent smith
from Journal #7, The Eclectic Trance Dance, 1974
inseparable
with bold looks we
invented invisible affairs
unspoken yet more obvious
as each melody played and
each game unfurled
dare we touch? or
would that break the spell?
transcending normal expectations
for a time
any arrangement anything was possible
like a floating shimmery bubble
fragile then
gone.
douglas brent smith
impermanence
if i should doubt
by cycles or by cynics
the tones which you deliver
or cause by asking over
a few absurdist questions
please know by all that matters
and by all that ever stands
i want so much for lastingness
that i faulter as a man
if you should see
by vision or submission
a hidden part of me
or realize that in my eyes
exists a bit of scandal
please observe all perspectives
and by all you understand
i try so much for lastingness
that i stumble as a man
douglas brent smith
her little breaths
her little breaths outnumber mine
her sleep seems far more sound
our areas indistinctly marked
are shared like common ground
the graceful moves of daylight hours
give in to those of evening
the beauty seems to be, we know
that neither soon is leaving
her little breaths outnumber mine
i count them all, each one divine.
douglas brent smith
prepare to fall
thunder over the cliff
it's such a ruckus you never can miss
selling rain for a nickel and a dollar a kiss
step right over the peak
douglas brent smith
about you
something sincere about you
nurtures honesty
open; childlike, free
so few ever knew
such fearless listening
something warm about you
presses the passion in me
with clenching senses, loving
exceeding even love
something radiant within you
soothingly sends comfort
assurance, confidence, calm
distinctively grounded with you
only you
so much special in total about you
levels beyond my understanding
but firmly with the grasp
of my appreciation and wonder and awe
not on a pedestal
something removed from any gaze
unassailably you
douglas brent smith
consolation
let's hear it for sublimation
the savior of Freudian man
what we're lacking in sex
we can use in subtext
to create an artistic piece
let's cheer for our insomnia
the sour grapes of night
when we can't close our eyes
we'll create a surprise
a fine aesthetic feast
hooray for our anxiety
motivation for modern souls
when we all get the shakes
we/ve got what it takes
to seek a constructive release
let's celebrate our problems
even as we sing the blues
up or out it's a turn
so we might as well learn
the best direction to choose
douglas brent smith
a few changes
you can't explain the way
things want to turn out
it won't help to turn them
repeatedly about
all we can do now
is move with the turns
and if we're really up to it
we live, we love, we learn
douglas brent smith
forgotten melody
mirrors on the fallen snow
reflecting where you'd like to go
and what you'd be if you could know
the narrative that makes it so
windows in the sky with eyes
exposing soporific lies
and passionless dramatic sighs
whispering goodbye
there's no fortune bright enough to make you
and there's no moonbeam light enough to take you
or any hammer strong enough to break you
unless you start it all alone
doors that lead to empty rooms
welcoming as wood tombs
promising the end of gloom
not all what you'd assume
douglas brent smith 1974/2023
missing some
as most ends will see
all ends will be
as the darkness covers you
the nightfall sets you free
free when you'e glistening
clenched as i'm listening
to your many timbres toning
replies to our inquiries
coherent co-developed
carefully enveloped
touched with out finger prints
missing annotations
douglas brent smith
squeeze
i just remembered you
and then us and then then and
then as quick it was gone
what were you saying?
douglas brent smith 29 January 2023
dry
the rain doesn't touch me
i'm too intent on dreaming
will you come along?
douglas brent smith 9 December 1973
Two
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
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