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



photo: doug smith


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

 

Miniature

 i became aware of

the poetry of existance

     and of the artistry of

     her voice

     of her thin, gentle fingers and

     the honesty of her eyes





1973

Wordless

 when a friendship

                              grows deeper

and the desire for sharing

each and every moment

lasts

        behind the level of acquaintance

the need to touch    

                            grows stronger

tastefully (if allowed) space

                 to hold (carefully) emotions

silently

             when words are not enough 

. . .                                                       because

   . . .   words are never enough . . . 










12/73

       

Give Me Your Brain

Note: I once wrote a play called "The Great Brain Robbery." This poem is from that period of time, in 1973, when I thought some things were much funnier than I do now. And, the basic premise of the play, that we are unconsciously surrendering our brains, still holds up.


Give Me Your Brain

you're certainly a silly one

afraid to give a brain

the whole world's grabbing for it

release it while you're sane


we need a brain like yours to use

in service to our cause

it won't help you once you're crazy

filled with riddles and with flaws


you're no Einstein nor a Curie

just a normal filled with fury

you're no Jesus why not please us

give that brain away


such a silly greedy one

clutching to your head

all your brain cells added up

won't matter when you're dead


give me your brain

it's not so much

a sibling cerebral skunk crutch

let it go now in this exchange

give me oh give me hey give me your brain