Biped Alpha - sketch by douglas brent smith, from the journal Cutups - 1979
sold
selling out selling out
selling out is so much fun
you look at me and whisper
you look at her and run
look into the mirror
and tell me who's the one
selling out selling out
selling out is so much fun
you say all those decisions
are driving you insane
you've got a first level problem
and a third rate brain
selling out selling out
selling out is so much fun
the dollar signs are shining
right before your eyes
reach into the money bag
and pull out a surprise
selling out selling out
selling out is so much fun.
waiting
converging urges pull power
plays pull lost switches pull
shades thru the blades
hanging pendulously; sharp edges
dulled
fast focus
slowed
merging dervishes sing in the distance
youth grabs a number and
waits in line.
-- douglas brent smith
the nowhere machine strikes gold
a mask or so ago
we felt the river flow
an endless rippling wave
eternal moments saved
within its ceaseless motion
the river meets the ocean
absorbed in all its glory
it learns another story
of larger issues when
the flowing never ends
a cycle set for spinning
eternally and winning
loud and rich and bold
producing newfound gold
a nudge a mighty mod
of prayer offered to God
(listen. when the answer
comes let's be ready
to write down exactly
what we hear...)
-- douglas brent smith
the point on the edge that turns
when it isn't enough to be weird
when it isn't enough to be funny
reality gathering speed
pleads for shelter and just enough money
when the middle class values scream what!
ever happened to all that we've got?
the air in the chamber starts moving
in sounds that the masses can hear
so the forces of wealth weave and hide
oblivious to working day pride
until with a shock wave a change
the power is all re-arranged
don't grab it or stab it, remain
the journey discovering new plains
the mountains are there for the climbing
and the essence is all in the timing.
-- douglas brent smith
with the flow
in form not constant
higher planes
people versus civilization
drains
knowledge so much
wasted rain
seeping with the tide away
in visage not former
outer ken
struggles heaped on burdens when
awareness
flashes now and then
ghostlike disappearing
end.
-- douglas brent smith
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