douglas brent smith

you're living (it's truly amazing) i'm crazy though windows to open will never close doors you're giving (i'm  living) much more than before together we wonder while skies shall surrender when life lends us love the threes become fours but what matters above all when people may choose is magic in making the ones become twos. douglas brent smith  

he smoked a pipe that would make any author drool with envy which (by the way) need not be green but it's also available in red, blue, and occasionally paisley although perhaps best invisible. douglas brent smith  

Stars stream madly across the frozen sky sending drops of passion into the pathways of                                  our wings unmasked unfolded                                  we yearn for the mystery painted on the faces of leaping lovers of circus grips and tunesmiths sing, push, and pull the lever once pulled overrides all the rules the camera once flashed disappears with a crash the secret once known leaves the lover alone. douglas brent smith  

  Space Fish Nothing spectacular, just a fish in space who has swallowed a space station and is apparently surrounded by black holes. Oh, and an orbiting top hat, too. douglas brent smith 

oh lovely lady locked into real world rollers with past tense terrors run off with me somewhere like the mountains of Colorado where we'll build a log cabin right next to  our own peak while the snow falls, the sun rises and the television set's blue glow flows on we'll sing all day long and in the evening keep each other warm. douglas brent smith ------------- Note: When I wrote this, possibly in 1975, I had no idea that I would actually some day live in Colorado. Life can be funny like that. It wasn't in a log cabin, and it wasn't with the lover in this poem, but there was an interesting symmetry to the adventure.

  After Escher's Stairway Hands Up The cover to Journal #8 Study for the set design to The Great Brain Robbery, a play Sketch of Annie, 1975 Tower Sketch The Pilot Was Surprised Looking

we settle slowly into silence softly pouring the drops of recognition into each other's eyes with all the warmth we can hold stirring in our collective heart with a dream we had searched for passion open arms, seeking understanding wide eyes brilliant vision of a sharing so full it would flow and with delight announce its discovery you touching me touching you. douglas brent smith