Saturday, August 25, 2007

A Han Ta Sleep In
for Sonia Farmer

I getting so wear out
I almos like a page yur could tear out
so tired, eyes tired

at dis computer all night long
feel like all life long

life still long or short now
like a pencil yur write wid
and broke an sharpen
and broke an sharpen
tell it only a knub, a stub in yur fis
yur hardly could hole it

I hardly could hole up
I better lie down
I better go sleep, slip inta dream lan


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:23 a.m. 25/08/07

2 Comments:

Blogger Sonia said...

Obie, I really love the voice of this poem :)

My apartment is a mess.

Hope all is well. All the best.

Sunday, August 26, 2007 10:28:00 PM  
Blogger Obie Quiet said...

sf
I am so happy you've responded and happy about what you've said. I suppose you mean it's from a different place, unfamiliar, strange. I suppose it was the voice of what is at once painful as well as joyous fatigue. "I shall be able to deep-sleep. I am so tired" It came up out of such a place. And interestingly, it is the Creole I hardly ever hear or could hardly ever find to make poems of - with.

What, you cleanin’ up your apartment, ah? You might have very high standards.

My books are everywhere over my gallery/living room floor. I apologized to James when he came by earlier to make photos for NAGB. He said he was not bothered by poetic clutter.

You never say much, love. I suppose you never have time. I do appreciate though, that you visit. It means the world to me.

Sunday, August 26, 2007 11:16:00 PM  

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