Baby Island - collage by douglas brent smith 26 December 1987
notes from an out of tune piano
the left hand starts
a bass line avoiding
familiar notes, for accidentals
the right hand takes a ride
let me sing of your changes (andante)
swell...swell...who can tell?
let me glissando your joys (forte!)
and then mid-transposition
the two of us harmonize
and bring all the mystery
down to size,
-- douglas brent smith
.jpeg "A Cast of Thousands (partial close-up)")
poison water
white cloud blue sky sudden darkness
odor from a distant unknown source
bitter tasting, no permission
chemicals drifted in a virgin course
like a losing hand played to a devil's trick
for no reason half the town is sick
a stranger talking in a legal voice
bottled water is the only choice
dark days dry from a ruined well
twenty square miles of obnoxious smell
poison water makes a person think
tainted life line not a drop to drink.
-- douglas brent smith
hey you
i found you before
life left any dents before
the form found flaws and
with open wonderment alive and
ready for more
you found me ready
for new forms fresh foundation
sparks! light! early morning smiles
receiving all the giving and living
ready for more
every past piece of effort faded
as we created this new kind of kiss
tighter and sweeter and slightly awkward
youthfully extending our freely found
arms around gladness hey you hey you
we found each other ready
for each other
and did not let go.
-- douglas brent smith
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